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Rattling Out Another Late Post

I had meant to make a Sunday Cinema post, till I fell asleep during the second feature.  I am going through this phase where I would rather sleep than do almost anything else.  Incidentally, I am on our laptop. typing with all ten fingers (Full disclosure: I  tend not to use the left thumb, but nine-fingered typing sounds like I lost a finger).  Ah, Steven just brought me coffee. That will help.

We are both up earlier than our usual stupid hour of arising, me to make my blog post, Steven I think because I got up.  He is nice that way.  Anyways, this is just going to be one of my Rattle On For 200 Or So Words posts.  That is not one of my official categories, but I suppose it ought to be, since it  is what so many of my blog posts turn out to be (oh, it is MUCH more fun to type with all ten fingers than one letter at a time with the stylus) (although, come to think of it,  it is still one letter at a time.  They just follow one after the other a lot faster).

Where was I?  Apologizing, perhaps, for yet another late post.  I guess I’m not the daily blogger I thought I was.  It is kind of a depressing thought, since I did not consider myself such hot stuff as a blogger anyways.  Oh, I know people enjoy me; I was not putting myself down.  Only, I set the bar for myself kind of low. Post every day, that is my ambition.  Well, I will try to meet that standard at least, going forward from now.  In the meantime, I’m going to drink my coffee and try to do a couple of other things I didn’t get to this weekend.

 

What Have I Been Writing?

OK, it’s a thing:  apparently I post in the morning now.  Only sometimes I oversleep and don’t have the time I’m used to.  I know, excuses, excuses.  Never mind.  What I have today is the overview of the murder mystery I have been working on to benefit the Herkimer County Historical Society.  They asked for a blurb for their newsletter, so I wrote this yesterday (so I have been writing, I try to comfort myself).  I thought it would work as a blog post as well.

A glamourous group called The Drama Queens is planning to put on a show for the Herkimer County Historical Society.  Unfortunately, they cannot agree on exactly what to perform, and tonight’s event is to pick a project.  Roxanne Rolls wants to do a musical version of the Roxalanna Druse case (although she is a little confused as to the actual facts thereof).  Fran Kleemydear wants to dramatize the murder of Jack Sherman by Frangelica Inferno (more recent history, but still…).  Helen Damnation prefers the idea of a quiz show a la “Who Knows Herkimer County History?”  (sadly cancelled as the result of recent events).  The Queens are led by Princess Dragamiroff, who claims to be an A-One fundraiser (although rumor has it her methods do not bear close scrutiny).  She says she has a wad of cash to finance the show (after all, you have to spend money to make money).  The Princess is late.  No doubt she wants to make an entrance.  We do hope nothing has happened to her.

I will write more later today.

 

Musings on Mood

Yes, it is another late post.  I was too sad to write one last night.  I know, I know, that is no excuse. “One must be pitiless in the matter of mood.”  That is a quote, but I cannot remember who said it. In my defense, I am not saying, “I wasn’t in the MOOD to write.”  Hmm… What, then, was I saying? I guess I don’t know.

I feel I should go on to tell why I was (full disclosure: and still am) so sad. I am disinclined to do so, however.  For one reason, it isn’t my own stuff I am sad about, it is other people’s tragedies.  I do not want to usurp someone else’s story for my own petty purposes.

Come to think about it,  I have said too much already, just by telling you I am sad.  What is that but a whiny bid for sympathy?  I ought to feel ashamed.  I do feel ashamed.

On the other hand, there is little point in judging myself.  I was only trying to make one of my stream of consciousness late posts.  Being honest about one’s feelings is not necessarily asking for sympathy, despite appearances to those looking for the least flattering interpretation.

Under the heading Cutting Myself a Break, I am going to call this a Mid-Week Middle-Aged Musings and drive on.

Just Writing Another Late Post

Yes, I did it again.  I failed to make my blog post on the day intended.  That’s two days in a row I did that,  although I suppose regular readers noticed that. I am going through a really rotten writing period (oh how I wished I could think of a word with an “r” sound to be alliterative!).

The answer, of course,  is to Write, Just Write. If I can’t write one thing, I can try something else, as long as I am getting words on paper or screen. So here I am, getting words on screen.  Good words?  Entertaining words?  I don’t ask for miracles.  I just write.

I scrolled through my Media Library twice looking for these pictures

We had a very nice Sunday with deck sitting before it rained followed by a few good movies.  We had a mini Judith Anderson film festival, with And Then There Were None and Laura. Then we continued the murder theme with Columbo.  We only have one season of on DVD.  I would like to have the entire series.

I don’t remember this shot from the movie, but it is a good picture of Anderson.

 

This one is from Laura..

I always say this is the real love story in the picture, and I don’t think I spoil anything by saying that, in case you never saw the movie. By the way, if you never saw the movie, I highly recommend it.

Sorry, no pictures of Columbo,  although I thought I had one.  Anyways, this will have to do for my Sunday post.  On the brighter side, for me at any rate, this is a three day weekend.  Will I get anything useful done?  Will I have a Mohawk Valley adventure?  Will I make my Monday post on Monday?  For the answers to these and other questions,  stay tuned to Mohawk Valley Girl.

 

Monsters But Very Little Brain

Since Monstrous Monday did not work out, I thought I would indulge in some Mid-Week Monsters.  At least it will not be a Wuss-out Wednesday post.

I love the side-eye.

I open with a shot from The Brain That Wouldn’t Die,  as an ironic comment on the fact that my brain has apparently died.  I blame allergy season.  Yet I hope to bestir my meager brain to some activity, since I have a murder mystery to finish writing (preview of coming attractions).

I like to think I’m one of them.

This is not exactly a monster, except by the axiom that people are the worst monsters, but it seemed appropriate since I just mentioned my murder mystery.  A new season of Deadly Women  starts soon.  I am looking forward to it.

Isn’t she hot?

Here is a deadly woman as well as a monster of the human variety.  It is our friend, Ellen McQueeney in Amy Fisher: The Musical.  This was back in the 1990’s.  We did not see the show but were delighted that Steven’s former classmate starred (please note: NOT his “old classmate”).

THIS is the size of brain I need!

I wanted to end with a monster of the monster variety and was lucky enough to come across The Brain From Planet Arous.  So I begin and end with a brain, having written this entire post without particularly using mine.  See what I did there?

 

Can We Blame the Weather?

Yes, I did it again.  I missed making my blog post and I am up at four, hunt and pecking with the stylus.  I should maybe get on the laptop, which has been behaving itself lately, but by now I am used to my little Tablet, and anyways, this is not going to be a very long post.

My brain is not functioning up to par lately.  I can hardly write a word.  I sit down with pen and paper, I jot a few words, I stop.  What the hell, me?

One problem I’ve been having lately is the hot, humid weather.  Some people thrive under these conditions.  All I can say is how nice for you.  My place of employment is not airconditioned.  I am subject to heat injuries (YES, that’s a thing!  I got them in the army, and the army does not go in for made up illnesses). My best defense is to stay hydrated and not overdo.

The best thing I got written was a jotted note: SS is slutty.  Some time after I wrote it, I thought I had better be sure nobody saw it, in case they did not realize it was fiction. Naturally the next thing I did was to show it to someone.  She immediately referred me to a co-worker whose initials were SS.  Well, I knew she was S, but I didn’t know she was SS.  I showed her the note, and we all had a good laugh.

Oh, look, I am bearing down on 250 words.  My ambition now is to make today’s post TODAY.

 

Operator Error on Lame Post Friday

So it seems I could not even make a Friday Lame Post yesterday.  In my defense, I was stretched out on the couch, trying to hold perfectly still, unable to do anything but have an upset stomach.  In my defense, I managed to function all day at work with an upset stomach and a headache.  In my detriment, when my stomach and head felt better after work, I proceeded to eat good food without reference as to whether it might be upsetting to a tender tummy.

I really did not think I was going too rich.  I avoided the usual suspects: deep-fried, pepperoni, sausage…  I did not even think I was overeating, but apparently I was.  Yes, as with most of my ills, the problem was Operator Error ( my predictive text thingy even guess “Error” as soon as I typed “Operator”).

So here I sit prior to six on a Saturday morning, mostly delighted I do not have to work today and partly suspicious of what my coffee will do to my stomach.  The latter is of no particular concern, however, because coffee is obviously necessary, whatever the consequences.

I threatened on Thursday to make a blog post about what a big baby I am (a Big Fat Baby Brat, according to Steven, but that is a different story). Instead, I have made yet another post wherein I proved I am a big baby.  No matter.  As usual, I shall hit Publish and hope for the best.

By the way, I think the coffee IS doing me dirt.  Damn.

 

OK, Me, WRITE!

Tired Tuesday follows Monstrous Monday, and we know Cindy is back to work.  Um, I am making this post AFTER work.  I work when I am AT work.  I don’t know why I insist on putting that.  It is extremely unlikely that anybody in management reads my blog, and all my friends are more likely to say, “Yeah right, you work?”

Today was a hot, sticky day.  The word “soupy” springs to mind.  In fact, my husband Steven suggested soup for supper, but I declined.  We had sandwiches.  And that is my stream of consciousness paragraph for the day.

I really thought I would be able to write more once I got back to work (while on BREAK!  We’ve already gone over this, for heaven’s sake!). My job is simple, repetitive and fairly mindless.  While doing my job, I think about what I am going to write.  Then as soon as it is break time, I write!  It’s great!  However, as I have mentioned in many blog posts,  it does not always work.

I remind myself that I have only been back at work for two days.  And my work does involve standing on my feet most of the day and, you know, working. The best thing to do, I tell myself, is to not get discouraged but to try again tomorrow.   Additionally,  I end the conversation with myself before I start counting up how long I have been trying again tomorrow.  Never mind about the past!

What a pep talk.  I may even put down the Tablet and pick up my notebook (the spiral kind with paper; we’ve gone over that, too).

 

Why I Did Not Make a Post

This is going to be a short, self-indulgent post wherein I apologize for not making a post yesterday.  I left in the morning to spend a wonderful day with family.  I returned early enough to make a blog post, but first I went out on the deck to enjoy a glass of wine and some time with my husband.

Lounging in a comfy chair, watching the changing light in the sky, all I wanted to do was just stay there and relax.  And all I wanted to do after that was lounge in my bed reading a book till it was time to go to sleep.  The thought of picking up my Tablet and venturing online was not a pleasant one, and no threat of guilt the next day could sway me.

In point of fact, I could have made a blog post in the morning; I had time to do so.  However, I was enjoying a leisurely morning.  Eventually I went for a short run.  I thought about making a Running Commentary post, but instead put on a fashion show for my husband.  Well, I had to figure out my outfit for the day!  What better way than to pose in front of Steven, both getting his input and testing which clothes are most comfortable?

So the post did not get made, and now I am over 200 words explaining why not.  I’ll try for a better post later on today, but as usual,  no promises.

 

Pedestrian Post for Wuss-out Wednesday

Have I used that title before?  I don’t care if I did.  Without going into tiresome details, I am in a mood to wuss out.   Come to think about it, I have pretty much been wussing out since June.  Judge me if you would like to.  It is immaterial to me.

Anyways, my husband Steven and I took a short walk earlier.  I took my trusty Tablet in hopes of getting enough pictures for a blog post.  First I tried to get a shot of the Lutheran Church on the corner of German and Henry.  The bright sunlight hindered me.

I run by this church almost every day.

Hmm.  Not well centered but at least it’s not backlit.  I did not have any more photo-ops on the walk so tried to pad things out with some shots of the lawn.  If only I had done more yard work (refer to earlier remark about wussing out all summer) (and no, computer, I do NOT mean “sussing”!).

The best bloom so far.

Our Black-Eyed Susans have had a lot of greenery but few blooms so far.  I am seeing a lot of buds, though, so things may improve.  That patch also has chives, some of which I put in a macaroni salad earlier (ooh, I could have done a cooking post!), and an unidentified plant which I just noticed today.

If they bloom I’ll take another picture.

 

Next I got a shot of our Rose of Sharon, also not blooming.

At least it’s too big to get mowed accidentally.

We planted another plant when we did the Rose of Sharon, but I do not know what it is called.

It turns red in the fall.

Then I noticed some purple flowers I had not seen before, amongst the sadly overgrown stuff near the fence.

Can you see the fence starting to fall? I’ve been meaning to fix that.

Also never planted by us are some Brown-Eyed Susans.  They first showed up a few years ago and there seem to be a lot of them now.

Also not blooming yet.

Now I see that title really does not fit the post.  And yet I cannot think of anything better.  Oh well, sometimes I have elements of Non-Sequitur Thursday on Wuss-out Wednesday.   It happens.  I prefer to look on the bright side: I’m closing in on 400 words, after not feeling able to frame a sentence earlier.  Can better blog posts be far behind?   I hope you’ll stay tuned to see.