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A Change from Counting Sheep

Here is a new thing for me.  I am out of bed at 1:38 on Monday morning making Sunday’s post.  I guess this doesn’t seem a whole lot different from when I am up at four doing same, but when I’m up at four I am usually up for the day.  Incidentally,  that old saw about “Early to bed, early to rise” is full of beans.

Where was I?  Ah yes, a late Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  As happened one other day last week, a few times I got out my Tablet, logged into WordPress, and drew a complete blank. I am not exactly un-blank now, but I see I am managing to pick out a few words.

I have probably mentioned that I have suffered from insomnia from when I was quite a small child.  I have never been the sort to get out of bed, wander around the house, get a snack, do something useful, etc.  The most I’ve done is read, sometimes with a flashlight so as not to disturb Steven (that’s if I have the flashlight, otherwise he takes his chances, I’m not a perfect wife, after all).

Today, as I lay in bed, wide awake, I remembered my blog post was not done and thought, “Let’s try this.”  Hmmm… I cannot say it has been entirely successful, but I am over 200 words.  And still wide awake.  Oh well, I’ll try for a nap and a better blog post later.

 

Just Another Day of Quarantine

After logging onto WordPress at least three times, I found that no blog post was forthcoming.  I know, I know, blog posts don’t just happen; you have to WRITE them.  Well, here I am, early Wednesday morning, trying to do just that.

My sister Diane approved Monday Punday and further suggested Tuesday Cruise Day. I could take a walk, run or ride, and blog about that.  That would have the charm of rhyme over my usual features of Running Commentary and Pedestrian Post.  Accordingly,  I went for both a run and a walk.

My walk was to the post office, because I had written a few more post cards.  I took a long walk before arriving home.  I put my Tablet in a bag.  It was a lovely shoulder bag purchased at Paca Gardens in Little Falls, NY, just to throw in a plug for a local business. Alas, it was snowing and I got no pictures.

Returning home, I read a book, looked at Facebook, watched some movies.  I called Salvatore’s Pizzeria and Restaurant in Herkimer for dinner.  Yum!  Later I heard it was National Take-out Day.  We got delivery, so perhaps it did not count.  Perhaps we should do real take-out tonight, just to be sure.

I see I am over 200 words, so I guess I’ll call it a Tired Tuesday post and hit Publish.  We’ll see if I can do better than a Wuss-Out Wednesday post later today.

 

Sorry, But I’m Not Apologizing

I guess we all knew this was going to be a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I went running this morning yet did not feel a Running Commentary post welling up within me. Likewise, no amount of movie watching has made me inclined for a Sunday Cinema post.  These things happen, I suppose.

The fact is, I feel not the slightest obligation to apologize for a foolish post during this stressful time.  Clearly, to run around having Mohawk Valley adventures would be irresponsible.   I am more than willing to risk my own health.   Alas, as is so often the case,  it is not only about me.

So shall I spend the next week or two hiding behind the Corona Virus (or as I prefer to call it, Covid 19) and posting only the lamest material?  That could happen.  I maintain it is the right thing to do, because some people are entertained by my nonsense, and entertainment is a definite service in times of quarantine.

Of course I will attempt to publish the most amusing posts possible.  I fear not much is possible today,  hence my Wrist to Forehead status.  On the other hand,  I am having a fairly enjoyable Sunday.  One cannot have everything.  Even if I have a dreadful day, I will strive to have a better blog post tomorrow.

 

Scattered Sunday? Or Time to Swoon?

I don’t see why I should not have a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  We’re all stuck home, trying not to spread Covid-19 (such a comfort to call it by a name not shared by a beer or a typewriter).  Nobody can reasonably expect me to have a real Mohawk Valley Adventure.

In fact, I did leave the house, but I hope not in an unsafe fashion.  I went for a nice run this morning.  Later I went to a big box store (no need to name names) for yarn.  Then I went to Little Falls to take a walk along the canal.  I hope to write about it for Mohawk Valley Living magazine.  I hope they like what I will come up with.  In any case, it was a pleasant walk.

After walking and taking a few pictures,  I returned to Herkimer to buy groceries.  I observed a few bare shelves, but I managed to get most of what I was looking for.  I was exceptionally happy to return home for the bra off, sweatpants on, movie watching portion of the day.

I have been enjoying my day but feel a bit guilty about not making a good blog post.  Shall I swoon onto a handy chaise lounge,  posed dramatically with the back of one wrist to my forehead?  I shall decide as time goes on.  I wonder if I could manage a selfie of same for tomorrow’s blog post.

 

On Second Thought, It Is More Like Wuss-out Wednesday

I promised myself a Mid-week Monsters post.  Unfortunately, right now I feel too tired to do any kind of a post at all. No, no!  I must not go back to writing posts about Why I Can’t Write A Post Today!

“Oh no! I have to do a blog post!”

Here is our skeleton Bonita, having a wrist to forehead moment.  I have been having a number of those moments lately.  But I try to carry on as best as I can.  Rehearsal last night went very well, by the way.  I have a great cast!

Not a monster.

I just love this picture of my friend Tucker as Renwick Spaulding, the bug loving murder suspect in Donate to Murder, which we rehearsed last night.  Thus I stray from my Mid-week Monsters theme but at least I am talking about something.  Does that make this Non-Sequitur Wednesday?

I don’t t like the way he’s looking at me.

I return to monsters with this handsome fellow. Love the neck bolts.

I have long had the rule to make my blog posts at least 200 words long.  I don’t know where I got that number, but I’m thinking I may not make it today.  Oops, I just did by wondering if I would.  Does that count?  I don’t care if it does or not; I’m going to bed.

My bed is a little bigger than this.

Happy Wednesday, everyone.

 

I Gotta Be Lame

Oh my God, what I feared would happen is true!  I feared that if I stopped requiring myself to post every day (I admit, a standard I did not always meet), I would stop posting entirely!  I have not quite done that — regular readers may have noticed I posted this morning for Thursday — but I have not only made fewer posts, I am finding it dangerously easy to make no post at all.

That was not the best written paragraph I have ever done.  No matter.  It is Lame Post Friday.  Before I pecked out the above (one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet, which is the way I usually post these days only I do not always mention it), I almost said “To hell with it,” and put the Tablet away. Then I took stern hold of myself and started typing (by the method mentioned in the previous parenthetical comment).

I guess it’s an All Or Nuthin’ situation.  If I wait to post till I have a decent post to publish, I will publish sadly few posts.  I guess some people would not find fewer posts of mine to be at all sad (you know who you are).  I cannot worry about such people.

Of course I can and will strive to have more substantive posts.  However, for today, I am going to go with Yet Another Foolish Post and a warning that foolish posts will not entirely stop.  What more could we ask on a Lame Post Friday?

 

Who Doesn’t Love a Tired Tuesday Post?

OK.  First I had the Stare Blank-minded At A Blank Screen disease.  Then I had the Type It In Backspace It Out disease.  I am, in fact, struggling mightily with myself not to backspace out those two sentences.  I’ve had worse Tired Tuesday posts.  I think.

Now there’s a character!

I thought I would pep things up with a picture.  This is our good friend Tucker,  in a truly brilliant performance in Donate to Murder, the mystery we are reviving for a fundraiser for the Herkimer County Historical Society next month.  Earlier today I was going over the script and making a few changes. I love writing.  I can never understand why I don’t do more of it.  What the hell, me?

Another dramatic moment.

I certainly hope I can find that hat with all the feathers.  Finishing the re-polish of Donate is not the only writerly chore I have to  concern myself with. However, I do not care to write about everything I Am Going To Write.  Then again, it would make a change from writing about How I Can’t Write Anything.  Oh dear.

Bennie the Bootlegger was not actually shaped like that.

Well, maybe one more preview of coming attractions.  LiFT is reviving Rubbed Out At Ruby’s for a fundraiser for RCIL in April.  Who doesn’t love a 1920’s murder mystery?

 

Muddled Monsters? Or Just a Muddled Post?

This is not how I looked on my wedding day.

I thought I would start right out with a monster picture.  I am very tired, and annoyed with myself for being so tired.  How am I ever going to get anything done?  What the hell, me?  And how does any of this relate to the picture I just shared?  Could I be having a Non-Sequitur Monday?  Let’s call it a Muddled Monday.  At least it’s alliterative.

I did get something done today.  I finished writing and emailed two articles with pictures to Mohawk Valley Living magazine.  I hope they publish them.  However, if they do not, it still did me good to write them.  No writing is wasted, because you learn something from writing it.  Also, I can always use it as a blog post.

“This is a good boy!”

Here is a Frankenstein’s Monster who had better luck with his bride than Boris Karloff had with Elsa Lanchester.  Oh dear, ought I to have included a spoiler alert?  Too late.

I can always use a little cuteness on a Monday.

I thought I would muddle things up a little more, veering into a cute little vampire.  I have absolutely no problem with cute monsters.

I guess this was not a particularly cute blog post, but it is over 200 words.  Did it do me good to write it?  I daresay it did.  I hope it was at least mildly entertaining to read.

 

Is It Really Lame Post Friday?

It is that awkward moment on a Friday when I do not even feel capable of a Lame Post Friday post.  On the one hand, I do not care.  We are having a FUN evening, drinking wine and watching television.  On the other hand, I feel guilty, because I am a supposedly daily blogger.  I have committed myself to publishing something at least mildly entertaining every day.  Can I do so today?  We shall see.

Earlier this week I posed a philosophical question I find appropriate to today’s post:  Do I cut myself too many breaks?  I am going to go out on a limb and say NO.  Not most of the time.

Obviously,  one could argue this.  One could argue that I deserve no breaks at all.  After all, if I was given no breaks, I would be obligated to make a decent post each and every day.  It is quite possible that I am indeed capable of such behavior.  By cutting myself said breaks, I am willfully keeping myself from living up to my full potential as a blogger.

There are a number of arguments against this stance.  The main one that attracts my present attention is:  Is living up to my potential as a daily blogger really such a worthy goal?

Of course there are a number of other arguments to consider.  For example,  how many breaks do I deserve?  If I did not cut myself any breaks, would I in fact live up to my full potential as a daily blogger?   Am I in fact capable of never cutting myself a break? What in fact is my full potential as a daily blogger?

OK, it is fairly clear that I can continue to ask any number of questions.  I have read the advice that it is OK to ask questions in writing,  but one should immediately go on to answer them.  Do I always follow advice?  We know I do not.  Was it even good advice?  That is a question deserving of its own Friday Lame Post.