Look at me, making my Saturday blog post on Saturday. And I think I can do a Scattered Saturday Post. I have not done one of those in a long time. For one reason, I have not done enough to scatter around at all on recent Saturdays. Let us see how well I can do today.
I slept in a little this morning and made my Lame Post Friday post when I got up. After coffee, I went running. I thought of doing a Saturday Running Commentary Post, noting my caution about ice under the snow and speculating on my thoughts of running the Boilermaker 15K in Utica this summer.
After doing the dishes (judge me if you are so inclined), showering, and calling my mother, I wrote a very few post cards. Regular readers know I write some every week. I only covered my regulars this Saturday. I went to the post office, where I ascertained that my post cards needed first class stamps not post card stamps, and purchased some of each.
After the post office I went to Ilion, NY, to the new premises of Melfe’s Shoes. Imagine my chagrin when I found out they no longer do repairs! However, I was able to purchase a new pair of running shoes. Boilermaker 15K, here I come!
Returning home, I attempted to do something useful, with no notable success, and found out my friend Kim, my usual partner for Mohawk Valley Adventures, had a debilitating headache. After some debate, I decided to go out for some lunch on my own. Well, why not?
I went to the Tin Cup Tavern in Little Falls (actually I would call it between Herkimer and Little Falls, but nobody asked me). I had a delightful time and a delicious sandwich. I asked the bartender, Jenna, if I could take her picture for my blog post.
On the way home, I stopped at Valley Wine and Liquor for a bottle of Great Western Brut, a flute of which I am sipping as I type this (actually peck this in one letter at a time with the stylus). My husband, Steve, and I have watched a couple movies.
It has been an enjoyable Saturday so far. And I am feeling inordinately pleased with myself that I made my Saturday blog post on Saturday. I think this calls for another glass of Brut.