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In Haste, Late, and I Need Coffee!

I overslept! What a stupid thing to do! Talk about a Wuss-out Wednesday! This is a late post to begin with, and now it is going to be even more foolish than usual. If you can imagine such a thing (I can, but then I have a vivid imagination).

In my defense, I had rehearsal last night. I guess if that is going to be a defense, this blog is in for a lot of late, foolish posts in the near future. Until the blog becomes All Game Show All The Time. Game Show, for those of you just tuning in, is the play at Ilion Little Theatre that Steve and I both have parts in.

Last night’s rehearsal was a little less fun for me than Tuesday night’s, but you’ll have that. We are blocking right now, which I find the most boring portion of rehearsing any play. Blocking, in case you don’t know, is when the director tells the actors where they are supposed to move and when. Boring, but necessary. I have worked with a couple of directors who have not worked it out or, worse yet, just let the actors free to move where and when they please. Believe me, as rehearsals progress, you run into a lot more problems.

But I did not mean to digress into the mechanics of rehearsing a play. It might make a good blog post, but it is a subject that needs more time than I have right now, and, for me at least, should not be tackled before coffee. Speaking of which, my dear husband just handed me a mug of same. I’ll sign off now.

And I’m over 250 words. Phew!

Could Be Why I’m Tired

So I missed posting again yesterday. In my defense, I had a lot to do. When I was battling the ice on my windshield (how was there suck a big chuck? what the hell, nature?), I broke a windshield wiper. Crap! At first I thought I could snap it back on, but it is still dark when I leave for work, and I couldn’t see what I was doing. All I managed was to break a piece off. Typical me! I could not get the piece back on either the wiper or the arm. Grrr!

I went into the house for some light, and Steven went to put on pants and shoes to come help me. With great if misplaced effort, I wrestled the piece back onto the wiper blade. Now I was in business! Unfortunately, when I got back outside, I still could not get the wiper back on the arm. Fortunately, it was the passenger side.

By this time, Steven had made it outside. However, I had determined the cause hopeless and said I would drive to work with one wiper.

“It isn’t precipitating,” I pointed out. “I’ll get a new wiper on the way home.”

Steven was helpful, however, because he moved the trash and recycling containers, which were at the end of the driveway, because of snowbanks from Monday’s storm. He also undertook to move them back after I was gone. This was nice, because otherwise I would have had to leave my car in the street and move them back myself, unless I forgot all about them and backed into them (would I do a thing like that? Um, yes, I would and have).

I did encounter some precipitation on the way to work, but my driver side wiper sufficed. After work I stopped at AutoZone in Herkimer, NY (where I live). I don’t usually plug chain stores, but the young man that helped me was so nice! He recommended the all-weather blade that he uses (not the most expensive one), put it on my car for me, and used his bare hands to clean out some of the ice that was collecting under the edge of the hood. Sweet!

In addition to these adventures (which I see have taken me over 300 words to describe, Score!), I also had rehearsal. Before rehearsal I had to stop and purchase yarn for crochet and knitting purposes. You see, my part in the play is small; I must keep myself occupied or I will get in trouble (me, get in trouble? Say it ain’t so!). I guess I’ll just bill this as a Tired Tuesday post, hope my readers will overlook it being late, and drive on (Freudian typo: I put “dive on” instead of “drive on.” Guess I’ll dive into Wednesday!).

Saturday Soup

Oh dear, I missed another Saturday post. Part of the problem was that I didn’t actually do anything. It was too cold to leave the house, so I did not go running or have any Mohawk Valley Adventures. Full disclosure: I stepped out on the porch twice, putting my weekly postcards on the box for the mailman to pick up.

I did make a pot of chicken soup, so perhaps a cooking post would work, although it wasn’t much of a recipe. I’ll give it a try.

I had a rotisserie chicken from Hannaford which I had been taking meat off for my lunch salads. My mom told me that my sister Diane made soup with the remains of her rotisserie chickens. I messaged Diane and asked her how she did it.

“Boil the crap out of it and pull the meat off, throw out the bones, and add vegetables,” were the instructions. I could do that. Kind of.

I did not have any vegetables, but I had onion and garlic (oh well I guess onion counts as a vegetable), so I added those plus some spices. I also did not have any noodles, so I cooked some ruffles. It turned out pretty tasty. Next time I hope to have a stalk of celery and perhaps a couple of carrots to add. I don’t care for cooked carrots, but Steven likes them.

In the meantime, I am over 200 words. Score! Now let’s see if I can make my Sunday post later today.

Is This Not a Lame Blog Post?

Hello and welcome to another Lame Post Friday post. Full disclosure: I am feeling particularly lame and brain dead this evening. However, I have had enough late posts lately, and there is no guarantee I will be any less brain dead in the morning.

I think I am finally going to have a weekend of NOT running around doing stuff. Of course a lot of the stuff I do is fun, or supposed to be (after all, everything can’t live up to expectations). It is supposed to be dangerously cold tomorrow, and we plan to spend the day at home not getting frost bite.

Hmmm…. It seems I plan a negative weekend: not running around, not getting frost bite. I wonder what else I will not do. There is a good chance I will not clean my house. I will probably not go running, because, you know, frost bite. I feel certain I will not fight with my husband, because I almost never do. I will not stream any videos, because I do not know how.

Those are things I might have been reasonably expected to do. Now I am thinking I should mention a few silly things. I will not enter a beauty pageant. I will not try to get a suntan.

I will not make any more foolish blog posts? No promises.

I Live for Theatre

Oops, another late post. Judge me if you are so inclined. Even thought it is now early Friday morning, I want to do a Throwback Thursday Post. In honor of Steven and I being in another play (as regular readers know), I will do a Theatre Throwback.

A lovely family group.

I couldn’t find a picture with both me and Steve, but here is a cast picture from the last time I was on the Ilion Little Theatre stage, Morning’s at Seven in 2019. It was a delightful experience.

I was helping him out with a personal problem.

This is one of my favorite scenes from Morning’s at Seven, with one of my favorite actors and people, Jim Mills.

It all begins with a read-through.

I took some pictures of Wednesday’s read-through, but this is a read-through from March of 2020. It was for a murder mystery that did not happen until 2021, but when this shot was taken, we had high hopes.

I have high hopes for our current theatrical endeavor, and high hopes that I can stop with the late blog posts. Will my hopes be realized? A little suspense adds interest to my day.

(Ooh, not quite 200 words.) (Now it is.)

Was I Chilling Out?

I’m back to my old tricks of late, foolish posts, but, as a co-worker likes to say, you’ll have that. At least, with this blog you will. I make no apologies but mention it with perhaps a bit of sheepishness. I intend to bill this as a Tired Tuesday Post, because I was in fact too tired to attempt event anything foolish.

Yesterday was the coldest day so far this winter. How the times have changed! I remember when Steve and I lived in the North Country (Norwood, NY to be exact). We would have stretches of days when the temperatures did not make it above zero. Oh, how happy we were when we got a heat wave of 2 degrees, and when we got to double digits — woohoo! And when we had to or wanted to leave the house (apartment), we damn well did and made no bones about it.

So much for the trip down memory lane. As the cliche goes, that was then and this is now. My point in bringing it up is that I blame yesterday’s tiredness on being cold all day long. My place of employment is not well insulated, and there is are large doors that open and close at irregular intervals. YES, I am happy I have a job! Please don’t start with the Just-Be-Thankful-Thats. You know who you are, and I find it a singularly annoying thing to hear.

Anyways, I have blathered on for at least 200 words (over 250 by the time I get to the end of this paragraph). Perhaps I should apologize about the dull content of the post. Bitching about winter weather in Central New York. How singularly unoriginal. I’ll blame it on brain freeze.

Late Monsters, Silly Post

It has not really been a particularly monstrous Monday. My struggles with depression continue. Still, there is no point in bogging down the blog with my petty complaints. Let’s see if I can find a good monster in my Media Library.

He is scary. I like him.

That is as far as I got on Monday. Well, what is wrong with a few late posts anyways? I suppose I could think of a few things, but we’ll let that slide.

Oh, this is Nosferatu, as many of you no doubt know. It has been 100 years since that wonderfully frightening silent movie made its first appearance. 1922. Regular readers may remember that 22 is my favorite number. It ought to bode well for the year, yet I confess to some feelings of trepidation (my $4 word for the morning).

Where was I? Ah yes, Monstrous Monday

Why choose a favorite? Can’t I have them all?

For the record, it is a lot easier to maneuver through my Media library on the laptop (dining-room-table-top, as regular readers may recall). Not to mention the joy of ten-fingered typing (sentence fragment, sue me).

Speaking of who can pick a favorite…

OK, three pictures, 200 words. I call that respectable. Now I have to finish getting ready for work. I hope you have enjoyed my silliness. I have. I find it alleviates the depression referred to in the first paragraph.

In Haste and By the Way

So I made Saturday’s post on Sunday, and here I am early Monday morning, trying to make Sunday’s post. Not too early, though, so I don’t have a lot of time to make a really good post. These things happen, and we must make the best of them.

What I wanted to share was this: Steve and I both got parts in Game Show, the next play at Ilion Little Theater. Yay and yikes! Can we learn our lines? Will we successfully develop believable characters? Will the Mohawk Valley weather allow us to get to rehearsals? For the answers to these and other burning questions (they are likely to be burning questions, because I will no doubt have another hot flash), tune in to the next post of Mohawk Valley Girl.

Rats!

I was doing so well posting every day, then last night I just fell asleep on the couch without posting. Now I have a dreadful headache from sleeping with my neck bent the wrong way. I shall try the effects of a hot shower in a bit, but I first thought I would post a quick little apology for missing a day.

Hmm…. I hope nobody reads my headline and thinks my house has rats. I do like to indulge in plays on words. Anyways, that gives me something to be thankful for: we don’t have rats and haven’t even seen any mice for a long time (hope I haven’t just jinxed myself).

So I guess yesterday was a Blogger’s Sick Day, even though I wasn’t exactly sick. I’ll try for a better blog post later. We did have a couple of Mohawk Valley Adventures yesterday.

Late Post, Random Pics

As so often happens, Monday’s good intentions went to hell on Tuesday. So here I am on Wednesday morning with not enough time for a real post but a few random pictures to share. I just now took the pictures. Does that count as Doing Something? Let’s pretend it does.

Aren’t they cute?

Steven has been after me to take a picture of the frog on the left. He purchased it from an artist friend.

I’d like to take a few detail shots.

Having more ambition than me, Steven Christmas-ized our mantle. You see the ghost had gotten into the, so to speak, spirit of things. Bonita is still working on her outfit.

You had me at Vincent Price.

Steven gave me the Vincent Price Pumpkin Spice coffee for an anniversary present in October. He put the bag around the bottle with the witchy stopper for photo op purposes, but I neglected to take the picture till just now.

Full disclosure: I may be late with my Wednesday post as well, because we plan to make our usual trip to Fratello’s in Frankfort, NY for food and music. Phillip Arcuri is playing.