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I Voted, I Blogged, I’m Tired

I do not know why this should be a Tired Tuesday.  I did very little today and accomplished almost nothing.  Perhaps it is reaction from my busy weekend, going places in cars then having an MRI on Monday (oops, possible HIPAA violation), then more riding in cars. Of course I am very grateful for the rides.  But never mind all that.  I need to make a blog post.

I mark the occasion.

Today was Primary Day and I voted.  I know, the last time I voted I took a selfie with my “I Voted” sticker.  I meant to do that today but when I got home from voting, I felt singularly deprived of oomph.  In fact, I started making this post on my phone, because I did not even feel I could sit up and reach for my Chromebook.  However, I managed it.  I wanted to continue the post I started, but the only option available to me was “Quick Edit,” which I do not know how to navigate.  Enough of my blogging problems.

This was the first time I drove anywhere since June 4, when I paid my water bill and ate at Yetty’s.  It was perfectly fine driving.  Then I walked carefully on crutches into the VFW to vote.  The fellow there gave me two stickers, because they had two kinds.  I felt I deserved two, since it had taken such an effort to get there.  I know, I know, other people expend much more effort.  I am reminded of the story of the Iraqi grandmother who was pushed I-forget-how-many miles in a wheelbarrow (but it was a lot) so she could vote.  And I don’t think they have very good roads in Iraq.

Arriving home, I put my stickers in the TV Journal.  I took a picture, because I feel I am overusing my Media Library lately.  On the brighter side, I drove myself somewhere.  I can drive myself someplace else, I am sure.  Can Mohawk Valley Adventures be far away?

 

A Little Wind Music?

I set foot out of the house today, both feet in fact.  The left side wasn’t too happy about it, but you’ll have that.  Actually, I went outside yesterday to bring my trash out.  I skipped the recyclables.  Today I stepped out to move the container back to behind the house.  It is a lovely day; I am thinking about sitting out on the porch for a while.  We shall see.  In the meantime, I have a few new pictures to make this a better blog post.

The lights are red, white and blue.

My sister Cheryl found these wind chimes the other day, while she was clearing a path for me and my crutches through the living room.  She went to hang them up on the porch.  I should perhaps mention that this was while my father was heroically mowing my terrible lawn, after fetching my newly fixed lawnmower from Collis Hardware (just to throw in a plug for a local business).  Anyways, Cheryl was scandalized I had not hung the chimes up and quickly corrected the omission.

I’m not sure if these make much noise, but they are pretty.

I had hung up a couple of wind chimes during my bouts of cleaning, before I got sidelined (I just can’t keep from throwing in little complaints about my petty physical problems).  So after I moved my trash container, I took pictures of them.

It’s back-lit, but what a nice sky.

This one got a little twisted, but I did not try to untangle it.  You see, I can move around only so much on my left side before it begins to hurt like a sonofabitch (pardon my language);  I was reaching my limit.

When I started making this post, a nice breeze was making some nice music on my porch.  It has gotten quieter. However, I am over 300 words.  We’re all still waiting for Mohawk Valley Adventures, and I hope to oblige sometime.  In the meantime, I shall bill this as a Tired Tuesday and drive on.  Once again, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Another Post from the Couch

On the brighter side, I am ten-finger typing on my Chromebook.  Yes, there are a lot of brighter sides and I try to concentrate on them.  However, I have not been out on a Mohawk Valley Adventure for a while now.  In the meantime, I see a lot of things I am missing on Facebook.  Have I got the dreaded FOMO, Fear Of Missing Out?  There is no point in being afraid I might miss out; I AM missing out.  But that is OK, because, after all, one can’t do everything.

 

I did have a nice outfit.

This is from June 2021, just before I went to Little Falls, NY to run the Pride Stride 5K.  Midway through May I figured I would have to give it a miss this year, but I hoped to partake of some of the Pride festivities going on in Little Falls this weekend.  Alas, I did not, but I give them a shout-out.  Local readers, you should have been there; if not, watch for it next year!

Local music? Yes, please!

I think I mentioned recently how I miss going to Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort to hear talented musicians, such as Phil Arcuri, pictured above.

Great little shop!

And then there is shopping.  To Niche Their Own in Herkimer is a delightful place.  I love to stop in there and look at all the stuff by local artisans.  I usually leave with a pair of earrings, a stuffed bat or bear, or a beautiful artificial flower.

So I have many plans for when I am mobile once again.  In the meantime, I hope my blog posts entertain.

 

Past Views and Maybe a Preview

I did say I was going to have a Throwback Thursday Post today, which will make a nice change from whining about how I can’t have any Mohawk Valley Adventures these days.  I guess if I really wanted to give my readers a break, I would not even have mentioned it.  What am I, always fishing for sympathy?  Just ignore me.

Flowers for Cynthia?

A shot from my container garden of 2017.  I do not entirely despair of having a container garden this year, because there is no point in giving in to despair.  We do what we can do, after all.

Play ball!

Now there is something I have not done in years:  Go to a Diamond Dawgs baseball game in Little Falls, NY.  It seems every year I say I am going to go to a game, and every year I wimp out.  I don’t mind doing many things by myself, but it really is more fun to go to a game with a group of friends.

Look at all those blooms!

Here is my rhododendron in 2019.  You can see all the forget-me-nots at the bottom.  At least there are some blossoms in my year, although I am not able to go outside and get any pictures today (oh dear, there I go again, alluding to my stupid problems).

I love music!

Something else I have not done in a long time is go to hear music at Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort.  This is Matt Grainger in 2021.

I hope this post turns out to be a Preview of Coming Attractions as well as a Throwback Thursday.  Container gardens, baseball games, local music, these are all things I would like to get back to.  Will I be able to? If so, how soon?  I like to say a little uncertainty adds interest to my Thursday.  In this case, I confess I would prefer to get my interest elsewhere, but I must not get back to whining again.  At least I have made a blog post of over 300 words.  Yay me?

 

I Whine on Wuss-out Wednesday

After two days of posting from my phone, I am home, on my couch and ten-finger typing while Dateline plays on RokuTV.  Sounds cheery enough, yes?  Well, it isn’t too bad, and I certainly do count my blessings.  Sometimes I whine about my un-blessings while I’m counting, but you’ll have that.

I will not be climbing rocks any time soon.

As usual, I throw in a picture to pep things up.  It is a t-shirt I got at Venture Fourth in Little Falls, NY, just to give a quick shout-out to a local business.  I got red to wear on Fridays, because on Fridays, Elks Club members wear red for the troops that are overseas.  Alas, Mohawk Valley Adventures and trips to the Elks Lodge recede further into the future.  I hate to go into any details about my physical ailments. For one reason, I don’t really know any details so would only be able to whine about the symptoms.  How boring is that?

This is at the Elks Lodge during Lent.

If I feel better enough by Friday, I could go someplace and get a Fish Fry.  That would make a good blog post and a good dinner.  I have a sneaking suspicious that will not be the case.  However, tomorrow is Thursday, so I can do a Throwback Thursday, then I can take advantage of Lame Post Friday.  If I remain immobile indefinitely, I will have to find something to continue to blog about.  Eventually there may be doctor appointments or physical therapy to blog about, but I must be wary of HIPAA violations.

Of course I am going to bill this as a Wuss-out Wednesday and of course I am going to apologize for the lack of substance.  However, my daily blog is something I can hold onto in times of stress.  Oh, doesn’t that make me sound like a drama queen!  Oh well, I always say go with your strengths!

 

Mid-Swoon on Mid-Memorial Day Weekend

I pause in doing not much of anything to make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I really do feel like swooning today.  My poor-pitiful-me meter is registering extra high.  What’s that all about?  Get a grip on yourself, me!  I drink a little water and calm down.  Things are not really that bad here in the Mohawk Valley, only I have not had any Mohawk Valley Adventures recently.  I must get out more, but it is difficult on a rainy holiday weekend.

To remind myself why it is a holiday weekend.

Just to make me feel ashamed of feeling sorry for myself, I call to mind those who made the ultimate sacrifice for their country.  So I throw back my shoulders, lift my chins, and try to make my own contribution, whatever that may be.  At this time, I suppose, a blog post that may momentarily entertain those who read it.

Now, I am not one of those holiday shamers, who post memes of mourning army widows with snarky captions of,  “And you thought it was national barbecue weekend!”  I feel that one of the things soldiers fight for is the right to enjoy fun times with family and friends.  But I do not want to start an argument.  I am no good at arguments.  I usually try to get out of them by changing the subject with a line like, “So do you think the Yankees are going to go all the way?”

I am wandering from the point, but then I do not think I had a point. I apologize to my readers for making yet another placeholder post.  In my defense… never mind my defense.  It’s a long story and not very interesting.  In the meantime, I approach 300 words of nonsense.  Let me look for another picture to end on a positive note.

Will my deck ever look this good again?

This was my deck some years ago.  I aspire to reach such decorative heights again.  Will I attain them?  Or will I have yet another reason to swoon?

 

My Java Reward

When you get your biggest chore done by eight o’clock in the morning, it is a beautiful thing.  That is the observation I made to the staff at the Java Shop in Herkimer, NY this morning after I made my order.

In fact I had more than just coffee.

I had written my article on the Herkimer Town Board meeting for the Daily Sentinel, taken a picture to go with it, and got them both emailed out.  I drank a cup of tea while I  wrote, just in case I decided to treat myself to breakfast out (must watch my coffee intake).  Of course I decided to treat myself.  I ordered a breakfast sandwich with ham and provolone on a toasted roll, because I enjoyed the last one so much.  I got a regular hot coffee.

A writer’s breakfast.

As I breakfasted (broke fast?), I worked on a letter to my friend Kim in Colorado.  I SO miss going on Mohawk Valley Adventures with her!  Dylan, the young man who brought my sandwich to me, asked if I was writing another murder mystery.  I remember Dylan from when he worked at the End Zone.  He remembered me coming in with my friend who had since moved away.  I was pleased to tell him I was talking to that very friend.

That does remind me I need to start working on the next murder mystery.  At least a good breakfast should help!

 

Mondays Are Murder

I resort to a Monstrous Monday post, as I am short on Mohawk Valley Adventures.  Well, I did participate in A Revolutionary Murder Morning Star Methodist Church in Ilion, NY on Saturday, but I did not get any pictures.  I felt quite exhausted by the end of the evening, then I could not sleep, because I had drunk two cups of coffee to help me get through the evening.  Well, that is more than enough whining. On with the blog post.

Here’s a monster for you!

This is pretty much how I felt and feel, and yes, I am laughing at myself.  As I say, it’s not always easy being me, but it is usually entertaining.  This is me at the tail end of our performance of A Revolutionary Murder at Herkimer Elks Lodge in April to benefit Herkimer County Historical Society.  I played the evil Amaretta VonSchnapps, who perished in an accident involving a cannon.  We thought it would be funny if I showed up at the end looking “cannonized.”

The picture was taken by an Elk friend who Facebook messaged it to me, and I was able to download it to my Chromebook.  I have not yet figured out how to steal pictures directly from Facebook for blogging purposes, so I cannot show you a “Before” picture of Amaretta, nor any any of my fellow cast members.  As regular readers know, technology eludes me. Perhaps I could move to another device (preview of coming attractions).

For right now, however, I see I am over 200 words.  I say that is good enough for a Monday.  I must strive to get some things done while yet recruiting enough energy to cover an important Herkimer Town Board meeting this evening (regular readers may remember my side hustle freelancing for Sentinel Media).  I hope you all have a delightful Monday.

 

Maybe a Trip to Cooperstown…

People (even ones who are not named Shirley) must understand that Mohawk Valley Girl had to  attend a tasting of Cooperstown Distillery’s wares at Valley Wine and Liquor in Herkimer on Friday.  Cooperstown, NY is a most delightful destination in easy driving distance from Herkimer (where I live), and the distillery is just one for the many attractions.  I do not drink a lot of booze, being more of an oenophile (that’s a fancy word for wino; regular readers know I like to be fancy), but I do love to taste it.

Cooperstown Select!

Sasha is one of the regular pourers at Valley, and she pretty much expects to see me.  Regular readers may remember that I left my adventure book at the liquor store on Thursday (I believe I mentioned it in my blog post).  Sasha was holding it up as I walked in.  Phew!  Someday I may want to compile my tasting notes into an irreverent wine and booze guide.

I started with the American Blend, which I declared nice.  I move on to the Straight Bourbon at 100 proof.  My note is “I like that!”  I must stay away from the really strong stuff.  Still, a little at a time is perfectly acceptable.  I can also purchase some to share.  The Straight Rye was very smooth.  Of course I had to bring up the song about “Bye Bye, Miss American Pie” (I can’t just say “American Pie,” because it might get mixed up with the vulgar movie).

When I tried the Single Malt Whiskey, I tried to explain single malt as referenced in Malice, a guilty pleasure movie of Steve’s and mine featuring Nicole Kidman, Alec Baldwin, Bill Pullman (whose name escaped me at the time) and Ann Bancroft in a wonderful cameo.  I don’t think I explained it very well, but now I want to watch the movie again.

I enjoyed the tasting but do not plan to switch from wine to bourbon at the present time.  To find out about tastings at Valley Wine and Liquor, you can visit their website at shop valleywine.com.

 

I Love Good Food

The first Monday of every month, Herkimer Elks does a dinner.  I am almost always busy on Mondays, covering a town or village board meeting for the Daily Sentinel (regular readers may remember I am an intrepid girl reporter) ( you know, from a 1940’s horror movie or screwball comedy).  However, the first Monday of the month is usually Herkimer Town Board at 6 p.m.  Dinner starts at 5.  I can get my dinner at 5, bring it home, eat some of it, and still make it to the meeting on time.  Score!

I was especially anxious to try yesterday’s meal: Lemon Parmesan Chicken.  It sounded wonderful!  I got to the Lodge around 4:30 to enjoy a glass of Chardonnay and some company while I waited for my to-go meal.  I really do need a little bit of sociableness, living alone as I do.

It looked and tasted awesome!

I make bold to show my messy coffee table as well as my delicious meal.  As you see, I am re-reading another Agatha Christie book.  It is my comfort these days.  However, I have read every Agatha Christie book within reach within the last month or so, including the three I brought home from my sister Diane’s house last week, so I must resign myself to a comfortless period.  But never mind me.

I cannot describe how delicious that chicken was. I could barely restrain myself from eating it all.  Now, of course, I am happy I have some left over.  I wonder what delicious treat the Elks will have for me next month.