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I Thunked and I Blogged, But Not on Thursday

OK, I fell off the daily blogger wagon yesterday, then I failed to post first thing this morning.  However, it is still a.m. according to my clock and I could perhaps manage some semblance of a blog post.  I’ve been running a few times this week, the longest run being this morning:  44 minutes and three miles!  Mind you, they were not fast miles, and the first portion of my run was quite thunky.  That was true of Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s runs as well.  However, somewhere around the 20-minute mark, I felt great!  I love running!  I can run for MILES!  Yay!

Of course these things never least, but we must treasure them when they occur.

That doesn’t look like a hill at all!

I did not run too many nor too steep hills, but I could swear the one pictured is steeper than it looks when you’re actually on it.  Well, I will run a really intimidating hill one day soon.  As I said, it wasn’t a bad run once I got into it.  I start all these runs assuring myself that I can make it a short run as long as I get out there.  Once I get going I usually talk myself into more.

After the hill pictured, I ran into the residential area behind Valley Health.  Alas, I did not see any dogs to pet.  On previous runs this week I have petted a few.  Always a good reason to stop briefly.  As I passed various sewers, I looked for Tim Curry in a clown suit.  Most of the sewers did not look big enough, but one never knows.  Yes, I know, other actors have portrayed the clown from Stephen King’s It, but I LOVE Tim Curry.

As always, I was glad that I ran.  If I get nothing else done today, I did that.  Oh dear, I hope I get something else done today.

 

A Letter at Lovely Little Falls Library

I have been meaning for a long time to start going to local libraries to write in a congenial atmosphere.  Additionally I have been meaning to go to Little Falls Public Library because midyork.org told me a particular book I wanted was there.  I finally got there today.  I did not find the book, but I found three others I would like to read.  I took them to a lovely space where I could sit and write.

I should have gotten a shot of the ceiling.

I wrote a post card to an aunt and finished a letter to a friend.  I want to write things such as novels, plays and murder mysteries, but one must write what one can.  While I wrote, I kept pausing to look at the ceiling, furnishings, and woodwork surrounding me.  Part of the library is an historic home.  I forget who lived there, but I think I knew at one time.

What a staircase for an entrance!

No admittance upstairs, which is too bad, because I would have loved to go up those stairs.  My staircase at home is so boring!

I especially like the mirror with the marble seat.

I did not get an outside shot of the library, because I would have had to cross the street to get a good one, and I wanted to be on my way.  No matter.  I will go to the library again.  I mean to make going to the library a thing, like when I lived in Rome and went to Jervis Public Library all the time.  Only now I have several local libraries I can go to.  Maybe I’ll get some of those novels, plays, and murder mysteries written after all!

Little Falls Public Library is located at 10 Waverly Place, Little Falls, NY, phone number 315-823-1542.

 

A Little Bloom, A Little Blog

In the interests of once again becoming a daily blogger, I offer a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I swoon with the back of one wrist dramatically poised to the back of my forehead, usually because I do not have a good subject to blog upon today.  If only I had a chaise lounge to swoon upon, my life would be perfect!

Please send me flowers!

I add a picture in hopes of pepping up the post.  These are some brown-eyed susans in my back yard I had meant to take a picture of sooner. These flowers came with no effort on my part, so I appreciate their presence in my back yard.

It’s the little things.

Earlier today I did a little yard work, cutting down some wild grape vines and pricker bushes.  I filled another container for green waste pick-up on Monday (I filled one for last Monday, but it was a holiday so was not picked up)  As I pulled the bin up through the back yard, I saw one little bloom.  I went back to take a picture of it this afternoon, just to include it in the blog post.

I must up my yard work game.  Then again, I must up a lot of my games:  writing, blogging, house cleaning, crochet, etc.  Well one thing at a time. I made a Sunday blog post.  I thank you for tuning in.

 

NoBLOG Oblige

That second word is pronounced Oh-bleezh.  You know, like Noblesse Oblige.  The title was suggested to me some years ago by one of my more intellectual friends.  I am finally getting around to using it.  I see that I last posted on Tuesday.  That is not as bad as I thought it was; I thought I had gone a whole week.  Still, four days without posting after a six-day streak (as counted by WordPress; I have no idea how it would go by my calendar) is not good for a would-be daily blogger.

No BLOB Oblige?

I throw in a picture to pep things up.  I have mostly been sitting around like a blob.  I wake up every morning determined to change. As the day wears on, I find I am still the same stinker.  I try to do a few things here and there, though, so maybe I can make a little progress.  Oh dear, have I written the same blog post before?  I fear so, numerous times.

He was the best adventure partner.

Here is a picture from October 2016, when I figured out how to add pictures to my blog.  That is my late, dearly missed husband Steven at Pumpkin Junction in Sauquoit.  I feel an October picture is appropriate, because today feels SO fall-like, right down to my allergies making me miserable.  Yet there is comfort in allergy misery, because I love fall.

Janus Daisy?

Looking for a third picture to round things out, this two-headed daisy caught my eye.  I look ahead and I look back.  Today I will strive to look ahead and move on with things, particularly moving on to making more substantial blog posts.

 

Still Tuesday, Still Tired

I am having a Tired Tuesday and may be able to make my blog post before it is over.  At least, it may be Wednesday already according to my WordPress timestamp; it is still Tuesday according to, I don’t know, reality?  That’s too all-encompassing.  Let’s say Herkimer, NY time.

Can you do “He loves me, he loves me not” with these?

I throw in a picture to pep things up.  These were my Black-Eyed Susans last August.  I noticed some Brown-Eyed Susans blooming near my back steps yesterday and meant to take a picture.  It is too dark now, but maybe tomorrow.  I spent a couple of ambitious days doing yard work week before last then petered out.  I do not despair of getting back out there, although any real yard and garden plans will have to wait till 2026.

Oh, OK, I’ll try again.

I mentioned this quote in a letter to my sister Diane earlier. It is from the movie Galaxy Quest in case you didn’t know. I think I was lamenting my difficulty writing, but it may have been my difficulty cleaning.  I don’t suppose it is too late, even at my age, to improve at these things.

Substitute my cell phone for the candle.

 

They do say tomorrow is another day.  Of course they also say same shit, different day. I can’t worry about these things now.  I have made some semblance of a blog post.  Now I will try for some semblance of sleep.

 

Is It Monday Already?

OK, late posts are the thing for the foreseeable future, as I sit here Monday morning making a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  In case you didn’t know, this is when I swoon, the back of one wrist to my forehead, onto a handy chaise lounge or other surface.  It made sense on a Sunday when I worked a Monday through Friday job: one cringes from the approaching Monday.

Is that Monday creeping up on him?

This is not Monday whispering in the driver’s ear.  It is William Hurt as Kevin Costner’s inner demon in Mr. Brooks, a creepy movie that grows on me more each time I see it.  I need to get a new DVD copy of it, because the one I have freezes up in a couple of places.  I couldn’t find a Monday meme in my Media Library, but this picture caught my eye.

So I guess I’m getting a little non-sequitur over here, but that hardly matters.  It is another placeholder post as I strive to regain my daily blogger mojo.  I need to get a lot of mojos back these days:  writing, running, cleaning… OK, I never for one day in my life had any cleaning mojo.  As it happens, I seem to be making strides in regaining my running mojo (see what I did there).

You wouldn’t think these feet could move very fast, would you?

I was looking for a more cheerful picture to end with, but all I could find was my feet encased in running shoes.  No doubt I will be making a Running Commentary post soon.

 

Is It Halloween Yet?

Yesterday I thought surely I would be able to make a Lame Post Friday Post (I don’t mind it when I call myself Shirley). And here I am, Saturday morning, wondering why I didn’t.  Then again, sometimes “why?” is not a particularly helpful question to ask.  Far better to go ahead and just correct the error to the best of one’s abilities.  At least I have coffee.

A friendly face with a friendly beverage.

I just scrolled through my Media Library till I found a coffee mug.  I am not using this lovely mug today, a favorite of my late husband Steve’s, but I do not scruple to use it year round.  In fact it is almost time to start using Halloween mugs since for me the Halloween season begins immediately after Labor Day.

Speaking of Halloween, I need to start cleaning my house more thoroughly.  My sister Cheryl suggested I throw a Halloween party, as I have been known to do in the past.  That is, Steve and I threw them, but I feel sure I  am capable of hosting a party on my own.

Witchy would be happy to welcome folks to my house.

There are other reasons to get my house cleaned up and my act together. I will not list them here, although they may constitute some half-baked philosophy suitable for a Lame Post Friday post.  However, I see I am over 200 words.  I feel a Lame Post is best kept brief.  I shall strive for Some Sort of a Saturday post later.  As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

 

I Do Do a Blog Post

Well, this is embarrassing.  I last posted on Sunday, and today is Thursday.  I just didn’t do it.  The opposite of Nike’s famous slogan?  Never mind.  The point is, I felt I couldn’t just quietly start over again with a normal post but wanted to post a kind of I’m sorry for being such a schlub then try to follow up later today with a “real” post.

The winter of my discontent?

I’m calling this a Non-Sequitur Thursday so looked in my Media Library for an unrelated photo.  My deck sure doesn’t look like this these days.  For one reason, it is covered with junk, most of which actually could belong there if I cleaned it up and arranged it in a pleasing fashion.  And of course there is no snow; I suppose if I did not mention that somebody would chime in in a didactic fashion pointing it out (you know who you are).   Will this post be a lament of Things Not Done This Summer?  SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!

“After all, somebody has to clap as I walk by.”

Just to remind myself I did so do stuff this summer, I share one of my favorite rehearsal shots from Four Old Broads on the High Seas, the play I was in at Players of Utica (perhaps you read a few of my blog posts about it).  The fact is, we never do all that we plan or want to.  The point is to enjoy what we do do (teehee: I said doodoo).

And another picture of me!

I know: the picture of plastic poo would have been a good one to share at this point, but I did not feel like searching for it.  Instead I share this fun picture of me before the Pride Stride 5K in Little Falls in June.  I later gave the skirt and wings to my great-niece Evie.  They didn’t really fit me, although I stretched a point for the sake of being a well-dressed runner (see what I did there).

Ooh, look at me, over 300 words.  I have got my blogging mojo back!  All I need is a headline and I am on my way!  That is, my way to more Mohawk Valley Adventures to blog about.  And maybe to clean off my deck.

 

I Walked; I Didn’t High Tail It

Oh dear, once again I did not post on Sunday.  Will I post twice today (Monday) to make up for it?  That would be nice, but no promises.  In the meantime, I took a walk this morning, carrying my phone in hopes of making a Pedestrian P0st with Pictures (Freudian typo:  Poost.  My post is poo?  Also I left the i out of pictures.  I have no “eye” for photography?) (or perhaps I am overthinking it, kind of a hobby of mine).

This is kind of what I look like while I’m walking.

I did not see this on my walk; I took it yesterday at my sister Cheryl’s house.  She was having her annual Lantern Festival, but we also had a cook-out and swam in her pool.  We had a lovely time; Cheryl is really the hostess with the mostest.

Oh deer.

Today’s walk was not such a much.  I saw very little picture-worthy.  I was amazed at some of the overgrowth on some of the porches, houses, and garages, but I didn’t think it was nice to take pictures of those (although it did inspire me for a horror novel I might write).  It was toward the end of my walk I saw the deer.  I wonder if I can ever get a good shot of deer running away.  I like the way their tails flash white, reminding us where we get the expression, “high tail it out of there.”

Maybe I should have zoomed in.

Right after seeing the deer, I saw some pretty flowers along the roadside.  I do not know what they are.  I think there are apps you can get that tell you what flowers are, but I don’t know from apps.  I was headed towards the spring to refill my water bottle.  Must stay hydrated after all.

Pretty!

And here is another shot from Cheryl’s house.  I never quite got a container garden this year.  I bought some plants and put them in pots, but they remain on my messy porch waiting for me to water them.  This is why I like it when it rains.

I guess this is another placeholder post, but at least I was not whining about my depression or other ills.  Oops.  Never mind.  I’ll see what I can do to make the next post memorable.  As always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Kafka Was Right!

Oh dear.  I am sitting at my Chromebook feeling entirely empty.  Lucky for me it is Lame Post Friday.  Is it Friday?  I get a little confused at my age.

Is there an answer even yet?

I looked for a picture in my Media Library to pep things up.  Here is a headline from Aug. 1, 2018, when I used to subscribe to the Utica OD (that stands for Observer-Dispatch, not overdose).  I took a picture, because I found it punny.  I like puns.

Sometimes I am piddle puttering.

This is a plaque my sister Cheryl gave me.  Some time later, a friend shared that saying to my Facebook page, saying it made her think of me.  I confess I have been lolly gagging when it comes to making this blog post.  And now that I am making it, I fear it is not such a much.

Bad writing is still writing, right, Mr. Kafka?

And here is a thought about that:  I have often said that any blog post is better than no blog post at all.  I guess that is another one of My Rules For Me, like my rule of Any Writing Counts.  I have been writing letters, post cards, and journal entries lately.  Will I segue over to more worthy endeavors?  Oh, who can say what is a worthy endeavor anyways?  People like to get letters and post cards.

Sez you!

Regular readers know that when I am out walking or running, I love to enter where it says Do Not Enter.  Thus, to the inner critic who says, “Don’t publish this silly post,” I say, “Hah!”