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I Guess Old People Repeat Themselves

Does anybody remember a feature I used to have called Monday Middle-aged Musings?  I have been told I am no longer middle-aged but old (59 + 59 = 118, an age I am unlikely to attain, was the logic, but I rarely do the math) (I am 60 now, but I was 59 when the unkind remark was made to me).  Still, I love my alliteration, and I really feel I have overdone Monstrous Monday, at least until I get some new monster pictures into my Media Library.

Full disclosure:  It is early Tuesday morning.  I was tired last night, and lazy.  The fact is, all I require of myself on Monday is to get through the day.  However, yesterday I… oh never mind what all I did, but I accomplished several chores and errands. They may not have been enough to exhaust the average person, but give me a break.  I’m old.

Why do I feel such relief that it is no longer Monday?  I first wrote that as a parenthetical comment in the last paragraph then thought it was a musing as well as a comment.  I have reflected before on the rhythm of a Monday through Friday schedule, how to many people the week sucks progressively less as it wends slowly toward Friday and the weekend.  I rebel against this thinking on principle, and I have said this before:  why would we pack all our happiness into two days and be miserable for the remaining five?  Sorry to repeat myself.

Why do I always dive right back into redundancy?

I went to my Media Library, to find a picture to distract myself from saying the same thing yet again.  I thought this was appropriate.  Do Not Enter!  Do Not Keep Making the Same Stupid Blog Post!  Do Not Pass Go!  Do Not Collect $200!  Now I am getting silly.  Anyways, as regular readers know, when I see a sign like the above while running or walking, I do not hesitate to enter.

In any case, this nonsense has gotten me over 300 words, and I do not have time to come up with anything else if I want to take a walk this morning (full disclosure:  I do not particularly want to but know it would be a good idea).  Once again, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Blog, Good! Late Post, Bad!

I finish out my Late Post Week making my Lame Post Friday post on Saturday morning.   I guess Saturday is technically the end of the week, but I tend to view the week and the weekend as separate entities.  Enemies, now that I think about it, vying for dominance in our affections.  Maybe Frenemies, because they are all days, after all.  This has been a bit of half-baked philosophy which means nothing to those who do not work a Monday through Friday schedule.

Long-time readers know that Lame Post Friday had traditionally been my day for random observations and half-baked philosophy.  Lately I fear I have only been babbling on for my Lame Post Friday posts.  However, I have another bit of half-baked philosophy which just now occurred to me.

Frenemies is a really good word.  We didn’t have it when I was a kid.  So you see, not EVERYTHING was better way back when.  Quite frankly, I get a little tired of the glorification of the past.  Yes, some things were better, and some things are quite horrendous now.  But it is not as simple as, “Then, good!  Now, bad!”  You have to say it in a Frankenstein’s monster tone of voice.

He’s just misunderstood.

And here is Boris Karloff in The Bride of Frankenstein, which is the movie when he learned to speak.  You see how I slip monsters in at any excuse.  They are rather an obsession with me.

I always feel I should have a concluding paragraph, usually saying something like, “So this is my blog post.”  I ask myself, is it really necessary or is it merely lame?  Oh, wait a minute, what did I say today was?

 

Just Wait Till Monday!

Sunday, Sunday.  I am approaching the end of my Sunday.

Relax, guys! Monday isn’t that bad!

I feel it is wrong to spend all or even part of Sunday dreading Monday.  I feel I should be able to find enough to appreciate during the week that weekends are not my only enjoyable times.  I mean, think about it:  what kind of a life is that, when you hate five days and only like two.  And you can’t even completely like one of the two, because the dreaded specter of Monday haunts the second weekend day.  What’s that all about?

This sounds like some half-baked philosophy more suited to Lame Post Friday than Wrist to Forehead Sunday.

I have had an active Sunday.  I went on a long run up College Hill, running longer than I did last weekend.  I went grocery shopping.  I mowed the front and back lawns then spent some time hacking and pulling some of the overgrown stuff out back.  I cooked a semi-elaborate dinner, making up the recipe as I went along.  I have not really cooked in a long time.  I watched several movies while re-reading  Regency romance by Georgette Heyer the mistress of such things.

Now I have made a blog post of questionable interest but at least 200 words.  My next goal is to find something to enjoy on Monday.  And to make a better blog post.  I hope you will stay tuned.

 

Who Likes Monday? Or Spiders?

Mondays are hard.  At least for me they are, and I know a lot of people feel the same way.  On the other hand, many people do not work Monday through Friday, and for them Monday holds no terrors.  Similarly, Friday holds little joy.  What I am worried about here is that what I write may not resonate with a sizable number of readers.  Then again, when have I ever felt like one of the majority?

Why am I arguing with myself?  Where do I think I might end up?  I have no answers to these questions.  Quick, throw in a picture of a monster!

Eeeeeeeee!

Lots of people are freaked out by spiders.  I confess to not being particularly bothered by them (see what I mean about being in the minority?).  For example,  this morning I saw one dangling from the ceiling where I work.  I let it live.  I considered trying to catch it and let it go outside, but it was pretty cold out today.  I don’t know how well spiders do in the cold.

One of my favorite hats.

And here I am with a spider on my head.  I picked up this sweet fascinator at a yard sale to benefit H.A.L.O., Helping Animals Live Organization, a cat rescue operation based in Little Falls, NY.  They are hosting an open house this Saturday.   You can visit their Facebook page for more information.

Oh look, I am over 200 words.  Sufficient for a Monstrous Monday, I think.  I hope you will tune in tomorrow, when I will try for something better than a Tired Tuesday Post.

 

Not Friday and Not 200 Words

I do feel like an idiot.

I kept thinking about this meme while I was at work today. It is the curse of the Monday through Friday worker. However, I have worked many work schedules: six on, three off; four twelve hour days, three off; retail hours with no regularity and no weekends off… Monday through Friday day shift suits me very well, if I have to work, which I do.

As you may have guessed, this is another post where I rattle on about nothing in particular till I get to 200 words. I have got to get out of the house for more than work so I can have some stuff to write about!

In the meantime, I shall bill this as a Tired Tuesday Post. I am feeling tired, as per usual. In fact, I feel too tired to rattle on for the full 200 words. I hope my readers will forgive me and tune in tomorrow, when I hope it will not be Wuss-out Wednesday.

Monsters, Can You Help Me Now?

As I walked into work this morning, I came up with a rather depressing description of a Monday through Friday job:  Five days of hell, two days of hangover.  It amused me in a cynical sort of way, although I doubt it is original and I assure you it is not accurate for me at least.  However, it seemed a good enough intro for a Monstrous Monday post.

Monday! Bad!

My job, of course, is not hell.  It has its drawbacks, as any job does, and I increasingly dislike being forced to get up in the morning.  I like to BE up early in the morning; I just don’t like to GET up.  I’m sure you now what I mean.

Where was I going with this?  Ah yes, Monstrous Monday.

“Was somebody looking for a monster?”

I have a bear of a week ahead of me, with rehearsals, writing, and a hundred issues and details to be dealt with.  It is my own fault, of course. So are hangovers, but in neither case does that make it any better.  Full disclosure:  I don’t often get hangovers, but when I do, they SUCK!

For the future, I can resolve to drink less, no matter how yummy it is.  However, can a similar resolution help me with my overloaded theatre schedule?  Just say no, you may advise.  Many people have no problem whatsoever with this (hence, our common community theatre casting woes).  What, I ask, is my problem?  Is it my eagerness to be loved?  My love of theatre?  The undeniable thrill I get from being onstage?  Or — and I think I may have something here — is it all the times in my misguided youth when I auditioned, auditioned, auditioned and almost never got cast?

Speaking of eagerness to be loved.

Now I fear I am straying into psychological territory way above my pay grade.  If I am trying to resolve issues from my youth, I am way more pathetic that I like to think I am.  Let’s end this analysis right here.  For one reason, I have lines to study.