I am having a difficult time getting myself to do anything. However, I persevere in trying. I paid a few bills today, worked on organizing papers, took a couple walks, and drove to Cherry Valley, NY, in search of something to write about for Mohawk Valley Living magazine (preview of coming attractions). But it doesn’t feel like I got a whole lot accomplished, and I spent a good deal of time feeling unmoored. Never mind that last sentence, let me get on with attempting some semblance of a blog post.
“I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”
This is how I feel, only not so skinny. I have put on a few pounds recently. I have not been running or walking. In addition to having a nagging cold, I fell down my front steps and hurt my back. The back is feeling a little better, though, so I may ignore my cough and try a run tomorrow.
This was a great evening.
I move from monsters and moaning to memories with a shot of my recently dedeparted husband, Steve, on Richfield Springs Scenic Railway. I would like to go on that again.
Isn’t he cute?
Here is a monstrous memory: Steven in costume at the Halloween Party at Herkimer VFW in October 2021.
So this is my Monday blog post: a couple monsters, a couple memories, and a little moaning about my ills. As always, thank you for tuning in.
Mohawk Valley Girl 