So I did not make my Thursday blog post on Thursday. Never mind why; explanations are tiresome. I had meant to write it “about” something, you know, a Mohawk Valley Adventure or some such, but you know what they say about good intentions. Something about some road to somewhere being paved with them. I really should avoid cliches, but sometimes they are oh so tempting (as Oscar Wilde once had a character in a play say, I can resist anything except temptation!).
Where was I? Nowhere I guess, except perhaps leading into a Throwback Thursday post, and another opportunity to work with my Media Library on this new computer (scrolling issues aside, I do love to ten finger type while lounged on the couch).
I don’ think they have taken the lights down yet this year. Must check.
I first throw back only a year to Janurary 2023 and a shot of the pavilion in Meyers Park in Herkimer, NY. I walk by or through this park many times and enjoy how the seasons change its appearance. I believe there is a similar amount of snow there now, as we have had snow then rain. The rain is dreary, but it clears away some snow so I don’t have to shovel, so I count my blessings.
Look how cute he is!
Now I go back to January 2017 (my Media Library began in November 2016) and a shot of Spunky. That basket was given to me by my sister Cheryl to put yarn in, but Spunky took one look and claimed it for his bed. I naturally gave him his way. One side is still caved down where he used to climb into it. I think I still have the crumby sneaker I forgot to remove before taking the picture. This is one reason why I am not a professional photographer.
Scary!
Here is a throw back a bit further, 1963’s The Bird, directed by the late, great Alfred Hitchcock. The picture was in my Media Library in January 2018. I mentioned the movie in a Facebook On This Day post, mentioning that Steven (my late, great husband) and I were watching it. I always thought it strange that there seemed to be no cats in Bodega Bay, where the movie takes place (I add for the benefit of those who have not seen the movie), especially since Annie Hayward clearly should have had a few. Annie (I also add for the benefit of etc) moved to some dumb little burg with nothing going on just to be near a guy who didn’t want to date her any more. “That friendship means a hell of a lot to me.” Yeah, right! You were hoping he’d change his mind! But I digress. Before I finish digressing, though, in the interests of Judge Not, I will confess that I may have done something similar, probably based on mixed signals which I would have interpreted in the best possible light for me. Many years ago when I was young and stupid(er). There I go, continuing to digress.
Holy cow, my digressions have gotten me over 500 words! My blogs never run that long! Oh well, I guess sometimes. Is exaggeration (which you have told me 1,000 times not to do) as bad as cliches? Points to ponder.
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