I allow an episode of Columbo to play while I make my Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.
I had my coffee earlier.
I like Columbo every day of the week, not just Sunday, but Sunday seems like an especially good day for him. I have seen this episode enough times that I can let it play while I post. I have had a kind of a wrist to forehead day. I did not actually swoon (I have not a suitable chaise lounge for it anyways, as regular readers may recall), but I had a kind of dramatic bout of I Can’t Do Anything. That, of course, plagues me regularly, the result of my depression or my innate laziness, but it is often worse on a Sunday. I usually try to embrace the uselessness, just relax and enjoy the day.
I watched a cheesy horror movie, Manos: The Hands of Fate, a really foolish movie. I had not meant to watch it, but it was on a DVD with three other movies, and I could not find the remote that allows me to arrow down to another choice. I later found it right in front of me. I used to accuse my husband Steve of hiding my things. He would hide them in one of three insidious places: Right Where I Left Them, Where They Belonged, or Out in Plain Sight. He would give an evil laugh and admit everything. After I started the second movie on the DVD (also not the one I wanted to watch), I paused it to call my parents. While talking to them, I talked myself into trying to mow my lawn. one of the chores I had felt utterly incapable of doing.
What can I say? I fought the lawn and the lawn won.
From another year. The lawn won then, too.
EEEEE! That was one of the more brutal murders on Columbo, and I looked up just in time to see it. I’m always sad when I like the victim. Sometimes the victim is a fool who tries to blackmail the murderer (in fact, the second victim usually is). I sit there saying, “Are you ASKING them to murder you?” When I write my murder mysteries, I usually make the victim a sonofabitch, hated by all. For one reason, it gives everybody a motive.
I see I am approaching 400 words. That’s pretty good for a nothing post. Will the coming week bring posts of more substance? We shall see. I certainly hope you will tune in to find out.
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