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Oh Yeah! The Trolls!

I was looking at the Picture Gallery in my phone (gallery! like I’m some sort of artist!) and realized I never did a blog post about the Trolls!  I will quickly rectify the omission.  It must be quickly, because once again I have let time get away from me, and I have to be at Physical Therapy by two.  And I want to walk there.

“Relax! It’s only time!”

This mellow fellow reminds me to have a little perspective.  My sister Cheryl and I had a lovely time walking around The Wild Center in Tupper Lake, NY.  The map was very little help, but other people on the trails were able to direct us to trolls they had already found.  There were other attractions along the way.

Cheryl, showing off.

It looks a little as if she is being threatened by that giant spider, but she did not come to grief.  I, on the other hand, took one step onto that spider web and fell flat on my back in a most embarrassing fashion.  A kind gentleman tried to help me up, but I decided I had better just crawl to the edge.  There, a nice couple helped me stand.  I probably could have done it on my own, but I did not disdain the help.  My motto has always been, I get by with a little help from my friends.

Cheryl’s new friend.

There was quite a crowd there, but people were nice about waiting their turn to take pictures with the trolls.  There are a few shots of me with the guys, which I will no doubt share another day.

I didn’t get any of their names.

We took each other’s pictures in the nest, but I wanted to get a shot from the distance as well.

I see I am approaching 300 words, and time to leave for my appointment.  I just need to gulp down the rest of my afternoon coffee.  I am having a dreadful time getting things done, simply because I am not doing them.  Judge me if you are so inclined.  However, I have at least gotten a blog post done, and I thank you for tuning in.

 

Another Friday Night Lame

I thought I would make my Lame Post Friday post on Friday.  How hard can it be?  It’s a Lame Post!  And I’m a Lame Brain!  I can’t even think of anything to say.  Quick, throw in a picture and talk about that!

That’s Lam not Lame, me!

My sister Cheryl and I drove by Montezuma Winery in Old Forge, NY on our way to Tupper Lake to see the Trolls on Wednesday, but, alas, did not stop.  If I am dying to go wine tasting, there is a tasting at Valley Wine and Liquor in Herkimer till six.  My Chromebook tells me it is about quarter to four right now.  I could make it.

I don’t think these trees are there any more.

I throw in a splash of fall color for good measure.  I have been enjoying some of the colors around here but have not seen any trees fully engulfed so far.  I suppose if I walked to the liquor store for the tasting I might see some color.

I am a shadow of my former self.

In fact I am sitting on my couch wondering what I should do with my evening.  My Elks Lodge is having OctoberFest, but do I really want to get dressed up and go out to eat?  The longer I sit and ponder, the less I feel like it.  How lame is that?  Don’t I always go out on Friday night?

Well, I will figure this one out on my own.  In the meantime, I am over 200 words of a silly blog post.  Happy Friday, everyone!

 

Tired from Trolls, But Waste Not Want Not!

Here I am, making my Wuss-out Wednesday post on Thursday morning, and I feel as if it is still Tired Tuesday, because, damn.  In my defense, I went with my sister Cheryl yesterday to see the Trolls in Tupper Lake, NY. It was quite a long drive and we walked and walked through the nature trail looking for those trolls.  I foolishly did not wear my Garmin, so I do not know how many miles we walked, but there were a lot of hills.

The sleeping troll shows how I feel, and a little bit how I look.

I will do a longer post about the trolls and the Wild Center, where they are displayed till the end of the month.  Right now I am too tired and only waiting till I meet my friends for breakfast in a couple of hours to have some of that magic elixir, coffee (I know, the magic does not work for all, please let the rest of us enjoy it).

Somebody playing a sad song, to be sarcastically sorry for me for being so tired?

I actually would not be surprised if the tune was a bit from Wicked or its sequel, whose name escapes me (I never saw either, nor read the book).  This is, of course, another Herkimer High School Senior parking space.  Perhaps that makes this a Waste Not Want Not Wednesday.

Mel Brooks, what a genius.

I was pleased to see one of the younger generation looking forward to Spaceballs: The New One, due sometime in 2027.  I admire Mel Brooks tremendously.  If you don’t know what I am talking about, I encourage you to look it up.  And watch the first Spaceballs, as well as Young Frankenstein and any other Mel Brooks movies you can find.

Well now I have babbled on for some 300 words and am marginally closer to breakfast.  I do not know why I feel I must drag myself out of bed so early when breakfast is not till eight, but so it is.  I guess I mostly wanted to make this blog post.  Therefore, I thank you for tuning in.

 

A Little Wind Music?

I set foot out of the house today, both feet in fact.  The left side wasn’t too happy about it, but you’ll have that.  Actually, I went outside yesterday to bring my trash out.  I skipped the recyclables.  Today I stepped out to move the container back to behind the house.  It is a lovely day; I am thinking about sitting out on the porch for a while.  We shall see.  In the meantime, I have a few new pictures to make this a better blog post.

The lights are red, white and blue.

My sister Cheryl found these wind chimes the other day, while she was clearing a path for me and my crutches through the living room.  She went to hang them up on the porch.  I should perhaps mention that this was while my father was heroically mowing my terrible lawn, after fetching my newly fixed lawnmower from Collis Hardware (just to throw in a plug for a local business).  Anyways, Cheryl was scandalized I had not hung the chimes up and quickly corrected the omission.

I’m not sure if these make much noise, but they are pretty.

I had hung up a couple of wind chimes during my bouts of cleaning, before I got sidelined (I just can’t keep from throwing in little complaints about my petty physical problems).  So after I moved my trash container, I took pictures of them.

It’s back-lit, but what a nice sky.

This one got a little twisted, but I did not try to untangle it.  You see, I can move around only so much on my left side before it begins to hurt like a sonofabitch (pardon my language);  I was reaching my limit.

When I started making this post, a nice breeze was making some nice music on my porch.  It has gotten quieter. However, I am over 300 words.  We’re all still waiting for Mohawk Valley Adventures, and I hope to oblige sometime.  In the meantime, I shall bill this as a Tired Tuesday and drive on.  Once again, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Hanging Out With Mom

Buying presents for my parents is tricky.  They are in their 80s; they have acquired many things in their years on the planet. Whatever I get them, they must find space for.  However spring time solves the dilemma handily: hanging baskets for my Mom for Mother’s Day.  I was delighted to see that T & J’s Fruits and Vegetables in Herkimer, NY had some lovely ones.

Yay!

They had some beautiful ones out front, but I walked back to the greenhouse to view the entire selection. I think picked the prettiest one.  I loved all the different colors.  Mom loved it too.  I hung it right up on the corner of the garage.  I soon took a picture for a blog post.  Sitting here at their kitchen table making said blog post just now, I notice the basket is no longer there and remember:  Dad moved it when the wind picked up later in the day.  He replaced it with the wind chimes my sister Cheryl brought Mom.  Excuse me a moment.

It makes a lovely sound.

I went out to get a picture of the wind chimes, as you see.  Dad put the flowers at the other end of the garage, where it is a little more sheltered, and the wind chimes could take advantage of the wind.  The air is calmer this morning, making for a better picture.

My sister Diane also brought my Mom a hanging basket, but it is not hanging as of yet.  As I say, great minds run around in the same circles.

 

It Isn’t Really So Early, Is It?

I am making a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post at eight o’clock on a Sunday morning.  Too early to swoon, you say?  Nonsense!  The early bird get the worm, or the chaise lounge, as the case may be.  I once said, “The early bird gets the worm, but the late bird gets spaghetti,” with a waggish intonation.  I forgot I said it and when reminded, I said, “I said that?  I’m witty,” arguably a more quotable line, unless you are inordinately fond of spaghetti, which I am.

When I first started typing the preceding paragraph, a little bubble appeared on my Chromebook reading, “help me write.”  I was highly offended. Help me write?  I need no help to write!  I am an excellent writer! And I do not care if I flatter myself.

Mmmm… wine…

I threw in a picture, to distract from the fact that I was flattering myself.  This is Montezuma Winery’s tasting room in Old Forge, NY, which I visited with my sister Cheryl last fall.  I was mentioning their tasting room in Cooperstown just yesterday.  I like to visit tasting rooms.

My situation this morning, by the way, is that I must take my shower and pack, because I am going to Rome to spend Mother’s Day with my lovely mother and equally wonderful father.  I intend to spend the night.  I do not know why I become so flustered over what should in fact be a fairly routine matter, but so it is.  However, I have managed a blog post of over 200 words, so my daily blogging habit continues.  Once again, I thank you all for tuning in.

 

Spring Makes Me Feel Less Blue

I thought I would do a Waste Not Wednesday post. today.  I actually have a number of pictures I could share but settled on a few for today.  I should mention that I am feeling rather tired and down after my (not very serious) medical procedure today.  Then again, I feel tired and down many days.  I am not a young woman, and I could live a healthier lifestyle than what I do.

Am I blue?

Yesterday as part of my colonoscopy (the aforementioned procedure) prep, I was required to drink GatorAde.  I chose my favorite flavor, blue.  To make things more enjoyable, I chose a fancy glass.  This also gives me a chance to give a shout-out to Woodland Farm Brewery in Marcy, NY.  I went there some years ago with my husband Steven and sister Cheryl.  I think somewhere in my Media Library is a picture of Steven and I toasting, but of course I am too lazy to go look for it now.  I must return to the brewery one day soon.

Ah, the promise of spring!

Yesterday was a nice warm day, warm enough for some porch sitting.  My sister Diane, who came out from Liverpool to drive me to the colonoscopy (I do keep harping that, don’t I?), sat out with me for a while, while I drank the blue stuff.  At one point, I went into the backyard to see if my daffodils had bloomed. They had not, but imagine my delight to see some crocuses.  Every fall I neglect to put down more bulbs, but every year a few come up to brighten up the place.

This was the biggest patch.

As I said, I have more pictures but felt I would only be up to a three-picture post, and so it is.  I really am feeling not too bad, and I have to give a shout-out to Little Falls Hospital, where I had my procedure done.  Everybody was so nice, and things were accomplished must faster than I had imagined (of course I slept through most of it).

Well, I feel a bit better having managed a post of over 350 words.  As always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

I Can’t Give You Anything But Lame

I am not only having a Lame Post Friday blog post, my entire Friday is lame.  However, it did not start out that way.  It started out with a not too bad run, and I had thought to make a Friday Running Commentary.

The weather people forecast all kinds of bad stuff for today, but it did not seem to have started yet, so I got on my running stuff and got going. I was a little nervous, because the roads looked wet and the temperature was not very much above freezing, according to my thermostat, which often gives a higher temperature than what is actually out there.  But I had not run since Monday.  I may still register for the Boilermaker 15K.  And I am not losing any weight!

Right away I felt some cold raindrops on my face.  Oh swell.  Was it freezing rain, the beginning of the wintry mix we had been promised?  Never mind.  I was out there, I would give it a shot.  I kept to the roads, which had been sanded.  As long as I felt something crunching under my sneakers, I felt all right.  When I turned onto German Street and moved to the side of the road due to traffic, I felt one foot slide.  Oh dear!  But my old lady shuffling pace saved me. I stuck to the side streets after that.

Picture taken during my cool-down walk.

Early on in my run, I felt a kind of time warp as I saw somebody’s Christmas tree at the curb. It didn’t look dried out or anything!  Had these people kept watering it throughout January and most of February?  Sometimes after a run I feel like collapsing on the curb and waiting for somebody to haul me away, but that was not the case today.  The run felt pretty good, and I felt pretty good.

The better day to run would have been yesterday, when the roads were bare.  However, I went over to my sister Cheryl’s, and played in the snow with her two grandkids.  She and her son-in-law were chipping ice out of the gutter.  The snow was the crunchy kind, crusted on top, soft underneath.  It is an effort to walk around in such snow but so fun to make the crunch.  The kids got the idea to make a snow fort using some of the ice-ish layer, you know, the part you crunch through.  I helped them carry chunks of ice.  It must have been good exercise, because I got quite out of breath.

It is hard to see the edifice, because of white on white.

I also helped find a couple of the sticks we decorated it with.  Anyways, running on the sanded ice, crunching though the icy snow, I had two days of exercise.  Will I manage to leave the house tomorrow?  It will depend on what Mother Nature piles on us overnight!

 

Scattered Tuesday?

I just went adventuring with my mother and my sisters Cheryl and Diane.  Did I take any pictures?  Um, ‘fraid not, but perhaps my Media Library can help.

Our first stop was Athenix Books and Brews (only books so far) in Little Falls, NY.  They are going to carry some of Diane’s books.  Yes, she is a published author, and I must up my writing game.

A regular stop for me now!

Mom, Cheryl and I browsed around while Diane talked with the owner.  I found a book by Fannie Flagg, one of my favorite authors.  Cheryl and I were looking at the shirts when she pointed out me one with a ghost.  It was 50% off.  How could I resist?  She took a picture of me holding it before I decided to buy it; maybe I can get it from her for blogging purposes.

After that stop we pondered where else to go.  So many shops are not open on Tuesday!  When we drove back to Herkimer, looking for lunch, we saw Mohawk Valley Community Market.  How did I not think of that?  It is a great place to shop!  We spent a goodly amount of time browsing.

I have one of those bags!

Renewed and Rescued is the anchor store of the Market, the people that started it all.

At last we went to lunch.  Many places are not open for lunch on Tuesday, but one my favorites, Salvatore’s Pizzeria and Restaurant is!

There was snow on the ground today.

We had a delicious lunch.  I’m still full!  And after all those adventures, I have plenty of time left to do something useful around the house.  As soon as I read some of that Fannie Flagg book.

 

Messy House, Many Adventures

I had an adventure filled day yesterday but foolishly did not take any pictures along the way.  Well, I will recount my activities and trust to my Media Library to provide some illustration.

I started with breakfast with friends at Top of the Morning Cafe in North Utica, NY.  I had never been there before and wish I had taken pictures.  However, the parking lot was quite icy so I did not want to pause and try to aim my camera at their sign.  It was a very good breakfast, though.  I am sure we will return.

Back home, I was planning the best way to go about cleaning my messy house when my sister Cheryl called and asked did I want to go out to lunch.  She needed to get a calendar as well.  I told her I knew a place where she could get a swell calendar free: Basloe Library in Herkimer had a stack of canal calendars.  I told her to take her time coming over, since I was still full from breakfast.

We went first to the library where Cheryl got the calendar and found a couple of books at the book sale.  From there we went to Little Falls and Athenix Books and Brews, where I found a book. I introduced Cheryl to the owner as my sister that did not write novels.  I don’t know if he recognized me as the person who said her sister wrote novels, but it amused me.

A very welcoming sign.

Next we walked up Main Street to Chickweed Boutique, where Cheryl found a couple of things she wanted.  I noticed that the sleigh out front was gone.  The owner told me it had been sold to a man with three kids, so it would get a lot of use.

The sleigh.

I told Cheryl about the sleigh that had been there in December, handmade and beautiful.  I would have loved to buy it myself!

By then I was hungry too, so we went back to Herkimer for lunch at Paradise Eatery.  I had gotten appetizers there but never lunch.  The waitress remembered me, which was flattering.  The food was yummy.  We will certainly go there again.  For one reason, I need to take a better picture.

From a post titled, “Bad Pictures, Good Eatery.”

It was a delightful day.  I was glad I had met my friends, and that Cheryl had called me.  My messy house was waiting for me when I got home.  Full disclosure:  I did not clean it today either.