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Would Shirley Mind a Slacker Saturday?

Posted on June 23, 2024 by mohawkvalleygirl

AAaaand we’re back to late blog posts. Yesterday was indeed a Slacker Saturday. The heat wave is technically over, but my house was not a comfortable place to be. Additionally, I had a terrible headache. It came to me during the night, when I tried to fight it with acetaminophen (I had to look up the spelling, but at least I did not call it acetaphetamine, as I used to). Surely coffee on rising (I slept later than usual for a Saturday) would help (I call myself Shirley in times of stress). Then a long walk. All the while drinking water, because, hydration.

I started with a full bottle of water, then refilled it at the spring.

At last I ate a few crackers, took some Migraine Relief, and laid back down. It was starting to storm by now, so I told myself to just listen to the thunder (I had stopped calling myself Shirley by then). When I woke up an hour or so later, my headache was better, but I was dreadfully sick to my stomach. I did not mention earlier that the nausea had come and gone a couple times during my walk.

Would you believe washing the dishes helped my stomach? The dishes have been looking at me resentfully for the last few days (don’t judge me) when with one thing and another, I just did not do them (oh, go ahead and judge me). I thought to myself I would do a few dishes, till the nausea was too much, then sit or lie down for a while, then try a few more dishes. It was one way of passing the time. Well, I managed to do all the dishes and felt much better. A cold shower, and I felt ready to enjoy the rest of my Saturday.

Which I did, without doing anything particularly blogworthy. But I see I am approaching 300 words with this nonsense. What will Sunday bring? A trip to Brookwood Market? A show at Ilion Little Theatre? Or just more coffee and delight at NOT having a headache?

I’m already anticipating Monstrous Monday.

Jazz is the Answer!

Posted on March 13, 2019 by mohawkvalleygirl

Music is magic. I’ve known it for years. Let me tell you how I was just reminded about it today.

I spent the day at work muddling through. I don’t know if it was a kind of a migraine or spring allergies kicking, but I felt light-headed and nauseous all day. Sorry to complain; just giving you the picture. I thought I would have to take a Blogger’s Sick Day and wondered if I would make it to rehearsal for Morning’s at Seven, the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre.

Eventually I got some ginger ale out of the machine, which helped the nausea. I tried to feel thankful that it was light-headedness and not pain. Counting one’s blessings can go a long way. I came home and laid down for a while with my heated face mask, then had some coffee and food.

While all this was going on, I knew I had to make a blog post. Of course I did not write one while at work, muddling. Pondering what I could write, I checked my email and Facebook notifications. I tried to forget how light-headed I was still feeling. This was difficult, because it is not easy to hold a thought in such a light head (cue jokes about how that must often be the case for me).

As I sat here in front of a blank screen with increasing feelings of panic (I have to leave for rehearsal in less than an hour), Steven said he was going upstairs to lie down (fine wife I am; I didn’t even ask what was wrong). I asked him to turn off the television or put it on one of the music channels.

“1945,” I suggested, picking the one I have memorized, because it is a year. Suddenly, jazz was bouncing out of the television, and my fingers were on the keys and ready to type.

It has always been this way with me. I remember sitting at my parents’ house, when I lived there. I had Mom’s portable typewriter set up on the coffee table, paper rolled in, novel notes nearby, and I felt blank. I put on a record album. It was the soundtrack of StarWars, as I recall (it was the 1970’s). It turns out, instrumental music is a writing trigger for me.

It is not my only trigger. Sometimes I can write quite handily on breaks and before starting work with various factory sounds around me. The ambient noise of a diner or bar works fine. Sometimes the relative quiet of the library is nice.

Now I am over 400 words and I have about a half hour till I’d better leave. So I guess this is my Tired Tuesday post. Not a long whine about not being able to write, but a short story about how I managed to write… something. Something good? Well, we don’t ask for miracles on Tired Tuesday.

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Posting After Midnight

Posted on November 22, 2017 by mohawkvalleygirl

I almost never get up in the middle of the night. When I can’t sleep, I just lie quietly and keep trying. Once in a while I read a book with a flashlight (so as not to disturb my husband, and also because too much light will wake you right up). So here I am, having gotten all the way up, come downstairs, and gotten onto the laptop, knowing damn well that screens are not conducive to sleep (I read that somewhere, or I heard it on the health segment on the news, or maybe both).

Well, you see, I went to bed early with a migraine, having not made my blog post, largely due to having the headache most of the day. I am still suffering from great pain in my head as well as nausea. And I woke up, unable to get back to sleep, and fearing that too much sleep will only give me a worse headache. So I thought, “I’ll go downstairs and make my blog post.” Unfortunately, I feel to ill to do anything but complain. I know, what a whiny baby. I hate to be called whiny, but sometimes I just have to cop to it.

But here is one amusing thing: how I remember how to spell “nausea.” On an episode of The Flintstones, Fred and Barney got a boat. One of them wanted to name it “Nautical Lady,” and the other wanted, “The Queen of the Sea.” They took the first three letters of one and the last three letters of the other. Betty said, “What a sickening name!” I’m thinking it would be a good name for the boat of a person who often got seasick.

And now I am approaching 300 words. I call that respectable for a Blogger’s Sick Day. I’ll try for a better post tomorrow, when my headache goes away.

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A Cup of Soup and Back to Bed

Posted on May 23, 2016 by mohawkvalleygirl

It is my five year blogiversary and I am taking a blogger’s sick day. The irony is not lost on me.

I really don’t know what’s wrong with me. Yes, I had wine o’clock last evening, but I didn’t go too crazy. A few glasses with my husband, a nice dinner, some true crime television and an early bedtime. When I woke up with a headache, I thought, “Oh well, maybe a glass too many. I’ll have some coffee, take some aspirin, everything’ll be great.” It was not. The headache has gotten so bad all I can do is be in pain, and I’m having dreadful nausea. Sorry to complain about my ills; so tiresome of me.

I have spent most of the day in bed, except for one rather interesting interlude at Ilion Little Theatre Club. A group of us read an original play written by a local musician. I really like it. The plan is to present a staged reading of it at the Club’s September meeting with an eye to possibly producing it for real in December. I’d better get going on my own play. I’m not saying mine will be good enough to be produced, but it would be nice if I actually finished something.

Oh dear, I am just blathering on, aren’t I? (I always think that should be “Amn’t I?” “Am I not?” sounds too precious.) I just hate to make a post of under 200 words. But I see I’m over now. Thank heaven. As always, I’ll try for a better post tomorrow and thank you for participating.

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