All I have for my Saturday Evening Blog Post (You, know, like Saturday Evening Post, only I stuck in Blog) is a few pictures of a great big icicle hanging off my roof.
Can you see how big it is?
Steven noticed it earlier this week and warned me not to park my car directly underneath it. Naturally I wanted to take a picture but did not get a chance till much later.
Can you tell?
I had gone out to meet my friend Kim and when I got home I paused for a few shots. I got one where you can see it is at least as long as a window.
I stood in the road to get that one.
iI suppose it does not make much of a blog post, but at least I find it more amusing than yet another post about Not Making a Blog Post Today. I hope at least for tomorrow I can make at least some semblance of a Post. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.
Regular readers know that however many foolish posts I may have during the week, I almost always have Lame Post Friday. This week, it is kind of a necessity, because I ain’t got much. All week pretty much all I have done is go to work and come home. Not much to blog about.
On the one hand, it is good to be gainfully employed. Furlough is not much fun. Being laid off is less so. I know I am blessed to have found a job as quickly as I did. So anybody gearing up for a round of Just-Be-Grateful-That can stand down.
That is one of my pet peeves, by the way. Sometimes one just wants to bitch. We do not want someone bleating at us, “Just be grateful you have a job” on the days your job sucks. Or “Just be grateful you have a car” when the damn thing breaks down or the defrost doesn’t work. “Just be grateful you have indoor plumbing” when you just spent the morning plunging the toilet. “Just be grateful you’re the murderer not the murderee” when you are trying to dispose of a body.
You see what I mean.
One thing I am always truly grateful for, without being reminded to be, is that people read my blog. Happy Friday, everyone.
Today was (is) National Drink Wine Day. I heard that on the news this morning, as did a number of my co-workers.
“Just to clarify,” I asked, “It is not Gluck Down The Whole Bottle At One Sitting Day, correct?”
A co-worker said she felt there should be no judgement. A kind, insightful woman,
No, I am not glucking down bottles but merely enjoying a glass. I only mention the fact because, well, this is my blog post and I don’t have a whole lot else to talk about. Judge me if you are so inclined.
Regular readers (if I still have any) know I have been having a difficult time lately, writing or doing almost anything else. I go through these patches. For the most part I keep making daily blog posts, because that is what I do. Sometimes they are whiny. Sometimes they are about wine. Some of them I label Non-sequitur Thursday, hit Publish, and drive on.
I was sitting here feeling relieved, because I just emailed out this month’s submissions to Mohawk Valley Living magazine. Oh, was that an effort! I am plagued by sinus headaches or something (I am no hand at self-diagnosis). All I want to do is go to bed.
There’s a thought!
I saved this a while ago. Actually, I think what I want most is to pour myself into bed. I think I will institute a new feature: Misbegotten Monday. It is for when things are even worse than Wuss-Out Wednesday.
I was wondering whether to address the three days I missed recently, a rather unbecoming performance for one who aims to be a daily blogger. One school of thought goes, least said, soonest mended. This is, of course, a school of thought I rarely follow. When have I ever said the least? I always talk too much!
Additionally, I have several times proved that even when sick, I can usually manage a word or two. They are usually whiny words about how I cannot possibly make a blog post that day, but let us not dwell on such unflattering reflections. However, it seems to prove that I CHOOSE whether or not to post.
Therefore, it seems I cannot excuse my non blogging days by saying, “I couldn’t post, I was sick!” Apparently I could have posted. I CHOSE not to. I say, that is perfectly fine with me. I CHOSE not to post, because I felt ill and chose to take care of myself.
There is a school of thought that says we writers must write no matter what. If we take a day off due to ill health or whatever reason, we are not real writers.
Who makes up these rules? Who arbitrates that we must follow? I do not know. In any case, I am over 200 words. As regular readers know, I call that respectable. That is by my rules for me. I would be interested to hear comments about what others think about my (and other) rules, as well as what rules they follow for themselves.
I am taking a Blogger’s Sick Day. I don’t know if this is a sinus infection or what. I know it isn’t COVID, because I just had a rapid test on Friday. I’m pretty sure it is just my sinuses playing their usual tricks.
I was going to have a pretty swell Monstrous Monday Post, too. But I can’t do it. I can’t even whine for 200 words. In fact, I’m still under 100 and I am signing off. As always, I hope for a better blog post tomorrow.
Let us be perfectly honest about the fact that I am doing my post despite the fact that my computer flatly refuses to put the obvious anticipatory words on my predictive text.
This was the paragraph I typed last night (as Truman Capote famously said, that’s not writing). Then I gave it up as a bad job. Steven and I had been to the 5th anniversary celebration of the End Zone Pub and Grub in Herkimer. Too much to drink? SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!
Actually, it was not so. For one reason, we drove to the pub so kept it under control. However, when we got home, we were so into watching movies and hanging out, my blog post just went by the wayside.
It is going by the wayside again this morning, because I want to go running. Will I make a better blog post later? I can only hope.
I finally purchased a few postcards last Saturday at Gems Along the Mohawk. This is a wonderful shop that showcases many local businesses and attractions. It is also where you can get tickets for Erie Canal Cruises, when they have them.
Just one view.
Unfortunately, I did not take many pictures. What was that all about, me?
I got this far last night, after attempting and failing to complete a Pedestrian Post for which I even had more pictures. Now I am on break at work, pecking into my phone, without a stylus (and you know I have fat fingers)
Where was I? Ah yes, making a Wuss-Out Wednesday Post on Thursday morning. And this is as far as I can go. Appropriate, no?
So there I was, scrolling down Facebook, procrastinating making my Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post, and the following meme inspired me.
Or am I easily inspired?
I was not necessarily inspired to start this blog post. I point this out for any critics who may be thinking that this is not a particularly inspired post (you know who you are). But I feel inspired to start something.
Ooh, I just flashed on the Michael Jackson song about “Got to be Starting Something.”
I can’t dance like that.
Now I am wondering if learning how to put pictures in my blog posts was the best thing for me.
Aaaaaand… the post veers into Non-Sequitur territory. I did say this was Wrist to Forehead Sunday, didn’t I? Well, it truly is, because now I am sitting staring at the screen and can think of very little to say. So I begin to think that just starting is not enough.
The sad thing is, I have two more Mohawk Valley Adventures from yesterday I can write about. Additionally, we have spent the day watching movies, making Sunday Cinema Post perfectly eligible. And I cooked something that I could totally blog about!
And yet, here I sit, blathering on about my inability to blog. Once again I say, what the hell, me?
“One more thing!”
I wanted to add one more picture, so I looked through my Media Library and found Lt. Columbo. Two of the movies we watched were episodes of Columbo.
I must confess, I enjoy making these silly posts, except for the time I spend staring at the screen not knowing what to say next. I hope my lovely readers are at least somewhat entertained.
I just realized I never put a title on yesterday’s post. What was that all about? I was trying to think of one then took a break to add categories and tags, and apparently I just forgot. What a silly head.
Regarding my vow to write better blog posts, I am not doing so well. I started to write something while at work but left the notebook it was in at work.
I put my cell phone in my pocket while I walked home, thinking I could get some snowy pictures for a Pedestrian Post. Unfortunately, it was a little too snowy. We had some semblance of a blizzard (nothing too bad for Central New York). The wind blew sharp, cold flakes into my face and eyes (note to self: wear a scarf) (even if it didn’t help so much when I was running). Additionally, I was afraid all that snow would get my phone wet.
So I guess this is another dull little post about the difficulties of daily blogging. But I am determined to do better. I have had these stretches before: one foolish post after another. Then I do better. I can and shall do better.
In the meantime, I am going to call this a Tired Tuesday Post and drive on. I hope my local readers (and anyone else who needs to) is staying warm.
Mohawk Valley Girl 