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A Post with a Pause

You know you are having a Wrist to Forehead Sunday when you ask the Magic 8 Ball whether or not you should get in the shower.  It told me to ask again later, in case you are interested.

Probably not the best way to prepare for the week ahead.

Actually, I am not particularly dreading Monday.  I just wanted to throw in a picture to pep things up.

I miss my adventure buddies!

This picture is to denote passage of time.  I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I called my mother.  I am extremely blessed to have both parents alive and in reasonably good health, and I try to call them every day.  In the course of chatting with my Mom, I mentioned the Magic 8 Ball and asked it again should I get in the shower.  It said, Yes, Definitely.  As if the Magic 8 Ball has a sense of smell!  Maybe it just assumed I am a stinker (not an unreasonable assumption).  Anyways, I got in the shower and now I am clean and fresh and ready to finish the blog post.

The second picture is of my bestie Kim, who moved away, and my late, dearly missed husband Steve, on one of our many Mohawk Valley Adventures.  I will never be done missing my husband, but there is no point in wishing for what I cannot have, so I take a deep breath, look for a suitable pair of shoes, and get ready to head out in search of further Mohawk Valley Adventures.  Will I find any?  Or will I just walk around the block and return to sit on the couch, knit, and watch Dateline or Snapped?  A little uncertainty adds interest to my Sunday.

 

Wrist to Father’s Day

Hello and welcome to another Wrist to Forehead Sunday blog post.  I am lounged on a couch, although I did not exactly swoon to get here.  But I may swoon.  My leg hurts and I cannot keep from complaining about it.  But I shall try.  For one reason, I want to wish all the fathers out there a Very Happy Father’s Day.  I have a pretty terrific father myself.  I have probably mentioned it before.  I rouse myself from my swoon to sing his praises.

A handsome couple.

And here he is, with my lovely mother.  This was taken in 2024, but they are still a handsome couple.  They are a very good couple, too.  They do almost everything together and in general set a good example for other married couples.

A useful guy to know.

My dad is the handiest guy I know.  He can fix or build anything!  Here he is building wooden porch steps over my sadly eaten away concrete porch steps.  I need to get a gutter put up over said steps but somehow have never gotten around to it.

Another sweet picture.

And here are my parents again with my sweet niece Jenna. I believe the occasion was my father’s birthday, which falls in May.  I failed to get him either a birthday or a Father’s Day present this year, which I feel very badly about.  Perhaps I can make it up to him when I am  back on my feet.

So I guess I managed to stop whining about my own ills for long enough to say a little bit about my wonderful father.  I hope the rest of you are having a lovely Father’s Day if you celebrate or a wonderful Sunday if you don’t.

 

 

Lame in Liverpool

Since I did not do a Lame Post Friday post, I will do a Silly Saturday post.  At least, I guess it is a Lame Saturday Post, given the headline, but I prefer always to go with alliteration when possible.  I did not post earlier, because I was frantically trying to get things done prior to driving to my sister Diane’s house in Liverpool, NY for a family party.  I have been driving quite a big lately, even without counting myself crazy.  But never mind that.  I have lamed myself as well, because just when I think the mysterious leg pains have stopped, they have not. But I shall not whine, I shall blog.  Quick throw in a picture, to distract from what a big baby I am being.

What a sweet picture!

This is from 2023, my sparkling niece Jenna with my parents.  We were celebrating my father’s birthday, as we are today.  It is a bright sunny day, but alas, too cold to swim. It does not keep my  great-niece Evie from sticking her feet in the pool.  I confess, I would get in if anybody else would.

I actually planned to wear this shirt tomorrow.

And so I raise a glass to my father on his birthday, and to family and fun.  Having made this post, I shall go back to having fun.  I hope you are all enjoying your weekend.

 

Sometimes Pictures Make the Post

I thought I could manage a Waste Not Want Not Wednesday post, although it is no longer Wednesday.  Why must I continue to draw attention to the fact that I never post on time these days?  Oh who knows why I do anything (oh, YOU probably think you do) (you know who you are)?

They are very photogenic.

I open with a picture of my parents at my niece’s recent wedding.  I took a few pictures but have not shared on Facebook or anything.  I wanted to share this one first, because when I post this blog on Facebook, this picture will show, and my Facebook friends all love to see pictures of my parents.  They really are delightful people; anybody who does not love them is just wrong.

As usual, it looked better in person.

Here is an October-looking tree I enjoyed while walking to the post office to mail a letter.  Regular readers know I love snail mail communications.  I need to take a walk in the next day or two to see all the color.  I have enjoyed it while I ran the past two days but did not want to stop and take a picture.

Rocking out!

Monday I went to Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort, NY to hear Justin Smithson and Tiger Acoustic Rock & Roll (that was the only name I could find for the guy on the right).

A different angle.

I danced while I took the pictures, and they, too were rocking the sounds, so the pictures may be blurry.

 

Make Lunch, Not War!

I just got back from Rome, NY, where my family was celebrating my mother’s birthday.  I believe she is 29, same age as my older sister.  OK, I do not really believe that, but I don’t see that it is my business to go blabbing other people’s ages across the internet.  I am just really, really grateful that both my parents are around and in reasonably good health.

After driving to Rome from Ilion (where I work),  having a lovely time with family,  then driving back to Herkimer (where I live), I am tired.  However, I was hoping to make my blog post before I sleep.  I figured I could manage a Non-Sequitur Thursday Post.  Hence, the headline which does not appear to have much to do with the post.

To explain:  I said it to myself this morning.  The coffee had not kicked in yet,  and I was trying to get all my stuff done.  “Make your lunch,” I told myself.  Then I thought of “Make lunch, not war.”  I felt it was so clever, I put off making my lunch long enough to post it as a Facebook status.  I daresay I flatter myself.  Driving home from Mom and Dad’s house, I thought it might be a suitable title for a Non-Sequitur Thursday Post.

Agree?  Disagree?  Please feel free to comment, and as always, thank you for tuning in.

 

Help from Pizza and a Friend

I was going to just give up and declare this week Late Post Week when I noticed how low the battery on my phone is. Will I have time to plug it in and get it to 100 percent in AND be able to make a blog post in the morning? I suppose a little suspense will add interest to my day.

Regular readers (I think I still have some) may be wondering why I did not go to the library and make my blog post, as I spoke of doing this morning (when I made yesterday’s post). It is too long and whiny a story for me to share. Also, I don’t come out of it looking very good.

So I guess this is a true Wuss-out Wednesday Post. Hmm… Maybe I could yet salvage something.

At one point earlier this evening I texted my friend Kim and told her I was having a HORRIBLE day (I daresay I was indulging in hyperbole). She suggested ordering food and watching a movie. Brilliant!

While she got ready to come over, I called Salvatore’s Pizzeria in Herkimer and ordered a cheese pizza and chicken wings Siciliano. When Kim arrived, we popped in “Clue: The Movie” (I put it in quotation marks because I do not know how to do italics on my phone). I craved the silliness factor of the movie.

I’ll be honest: The evening was not a miraculous cure-all. Why can’t I have a miraculous cure-all? No matter. I can’t and that’s all. I was feeling better after good food, a few laughs, and most of all time with a friend.

Full disclosure:. Kim was not the only one I reached out to. I also called my parents for some good advice and got it as usual. Additionally I called the Veteran’s Crisis Hotline and am on my way to getting more help. I mention the last to add my little bit to erasing the stigma attached to needing help with our mental health.

And I guess the stigma does exist, because I am quite hesitant now to publish this post. People I know may read it! Then again, why worry? In the first place, my blog is probably not as widely read as all that. In the second place, a lot of my friends and family would probably say, “Oh Cindy, we knew you needed help!”