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Thankful for Boris Karloff

It has been a lovely Thanksgiving holiday and birthday for me.  Yes, my birthday fell on Thanksgiving this year, and every year it is the day John F. Kennedy was shot.  Today I am 55, speed limit year, as a friend of mine said, or as I like to say, I have two nickels to rub together.  Did you hope I had something profound and meaningful to say about the day or my age?  How long have you been reading this blog?

I think a cup of tea would go down rather well about now.

 

I thought I would throw in a random picture to liven thing up.  It is, after all, Non-Sequitur Thursday.  Who doesn’t love Frankenstein’s monster?  If it is you, you might like to find another blog to read, because he is one of my favorites and makes frequent appearances in my  posts.

Speaking of favorites…

And I just remembered it is the unofficial start of the Christmas season (but let us not embark upon a discussion how early that stuff goes up in stores. Not on my birthday, at least).   I ADORE Boris Karloff.  I like Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein, but I greatly prefer to hear Karloff’s real voice. So soothing!  So mellifluous!  I wonder if I can talk Steven into watching Bedlam or Island of the Dead tonight  (just to mention the first two that occur to me that I know we have).

I wore the tiara for a good portion of today.

Getting back to the non-sequitur portion of the day, I include this picture that Steven shared to Facebook this morning.  I do not publish my birth date on my Facebook page, but my dear husband will not allow me to fly under the radar thusly.  He posted a status wishing me happy then later shared this picture with more well wishes.  I was not especially upset, because one could do a lot worse than get a bunch of well wishes one was not expecting.  Dare I say I am thankful for all the love?

In any case, Happy Thanksgiving, Happy Thursday, and thank you for tuning in.  Now I have some Boris Karloff movies (or something) to watch.

 

Harvest Decorations on Thanksgiving Eve

So I need to make my blog post on Thanksgiving Eve and here I sit, with not much to say.  Then again, since I have the rest of the week off, it is like my Friday, so I will feel free to post lame, as it were.  Maybe I can pep things up with a few pictures, monster or otherwise.

Aren’t they cute?

Here are a few decorations for a pre-Thanksgiving post.  Full disclosure:  Steven and I did not decorate our house for the holiday.  After we missed decorating for Halloween, it was all downhill.  Will we improve matters for Christmas?  Perhaps.  Only time will tell.  Time certainly is a blabbermouth. My witty sister, Diane, once pointed out, “Time is relative.  Not our relative.”

But I digress.

These are decorations with a backstory.

Here are some of my favorite harvest decorations.  I think we got the bigger scarecrows at the Aubuchon that used to be in Herkimer and possibly Michael’s.  The little one Steven won in a claw machine.  The bigger two are sweethearts, and the little one is the boy scarecrow’s little brother.  The girl scarecrow thinks the little brother is cute, so she is happy to see him.  Her boyfriend is less thrilled, because he wants to kiss.  Don’t you make up stories about your decorations?

Another big smile is always nice.

I just got this fellow last year.  I impulse purchased him at Hannaford when I was buying produce.  I think next year I am going to up my scarecrow game and make a few myself.  For one reason, I have a lot of clothes that are wearing out.  It will be a way to reduce, reuse, recycle.

In the meantime, this is my Lame Kinda Like Friday Post.  I hope you are all having a lovely Thanksgiving Eve.  Try not to burn your fingers baking pies.

 

Tuesday Trot

I remember mentioning in an earlier post that I am opting not to run the Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving Day in Little Falls, NY.  I’m thinking I will not run at all on Thanksgiving Day, because the temperature is not supposed to get out of the teens.  I do not rule out going for a walk with some family members and a dog (alas, not mine; I still don’t have a pooch to brighten my days), but that is obviously not the same thing.  I probably will also not run tomorrow, since Steven and I are headed to Rome, NY when I get out of work.  However, I am still thinking I will run the Reindeer Run 5K on Dec. 8.  Therefore, I thought it would be a good idea to run today.

I spent my short drive home from work alternately thinking I would go running and I could not possibly run.  Full disclosure:  I spent a good part of my day at work thinking, “I’ll go running after work,” and “I don’t want to run the Reindeer Run!  I don’t ever want to run again!”  I arrived home feeling tired and ill (dammit, I got a flu shot! I’m not supposed to get sick!).  I decided to check Facebook and try to talk myself into it.  I thought I might.

One reason I thought would help the persuasion is that I thought I might get some response to a post I made on the Reindeer Run event page.  It was a song I had written in honor of the occasion.  I think you can guess the tune:

Dashing through the snow, at the Reindeer Run 5K

Through Little Falls we go, laughing all the way (ha, ha, ha)

Bells on Cindy ring, she is running slow,

But she wears a Santa hat, so she says, “Ho, ho, ho!”

OH!

Reindeer Run, Reindeer Run, Reindeer Run 5K

Oh what fun it is to run and make jokes on the way-ay!

Reindeer Run, Reindeer Run, Reindeer Run 5K

Oh what fun it is to be in Little Falls today!

My fifth grade music teacher told us, “There’s no OH!”  in that “Everybody knows that” voice teachers use to put kids in their place.  Well, forget you, Mr. Perry, I left in the “Oh!”  Ahem, be that as it may, that is my Reindeer Run song.  And, sure enough, the Christmas in Little Falls Facebook page liked the song, shared it, and said they hoped to see me running the Reindeer Run.  How can I disappoint?  I just imagine I would be disappointed myself if I missed it.

So I went for a short run.  It was not bad.  I even had fun for part of it.  I do like to run, and I certainly need the exercise.  I guess this is more a Tired Tuesday post than a Running Commentary, but these things happen.  It’s almost Thanksgiving!  I’m going to my parents’ house tomorrow!  I have things to do besides this blog post, so this will have to do.  Happy Tuesday, everyone.

 

In a Holiday Mood!

How about a Muddled Monday instead of my usual Monstrous one?  For one reason, I am feeling muddled, but kind of pleasantly.  It is a three day week for me (don’t hate on me; I’ve worked plenty of bad hours in my day!).  Additionally, my day at work went by at a fairly good clip instead of dragging minute by minute, as Mondays sometimes do.  After work, I stopped at a couple of stores, taking much longer than I had expected to.  I am so indecisive!

My first stop was at Honey Brook Hobbies in Ilion.  I was looking for a birthday present for my great nephew Sheppie.  He just turned four.  I did not find anything, but I did pick up something that would make an awesome present for any number of people on my Christmas list.

Only one of my favorite lines from one of my favorite Christmas specials!

Well, now that I have published it in my blog, I will just have to keep it for myself.  What is the point of giving a gag gift that is not a surprise?  Anyways, we have some great Grinch-y decorations this will fit right in with, when we get our holiday on around here.

However, Thanksgiving, not Christmas, is the next holiday.  Steven and I are going to my Mom and Dad’s house.  When I got home I was efficient enough to pack in advance.

Well, what do you bring on Thanksgiving weekend?

Now I can just relax till it’s time to go to Rome on Wednesday!

If any local readers are jealous of my Grinch toilet paper, I refer you to Honey Brook Hobbies, 4 E. Main St., Ilion, NY, phone number 315-444-8254.  You can also visit their website at www.honeybrookhobbies.com.  They also have beautiful decorations, yummy baked goods, and more.

 

A Little More Thanksgiving

Let’s  pretend it’s still Thursday,  shall we? I  know some of us are still lounging around, enjoying our turkey (or other) hangovers.  I just said that because I thought it would sound cool.  I have the opposite of a hangover, thank heaven, because my headache is currently in abeyance, knock wood.

So I thought I’d share a few pictures of Steven’s and my Thanksgiving decorations,  while they’re still up.

Aren’t they cute?

This is on the table behind our couch.

He’s my favorite.

 

We rarely use our dining room table for eating.

The snowman,  regular readers may recall,  was part of our Halloween decor, when he pretended to be a ghost.  The Christmas you water bottles were birthday presents.

You can’t see it, but this is our buffett

The skeletons demonstrate once again our propensity for making Halloween last all year.

We don’t do a lot of shots in those shot glasses; it is merely a fun collection.

Our kitchen window also changes with the seasons.  I can’t believe the fall garland is still with us and in such good shape.  We bought it for a Bad Taste Party we held back in the 1990’s.

One of my better impulse purchases.

I’ve probably shared a picture of this fellow before.  I purchased him earlier in the fall, when he gave me that cute smile in the produce department of Hannaford.  And that makes me remember a few more scarecrows we own that I did not include a picture of.  My bad!  However, I want to get this published, because it is late as it is (also my bad).  Perhaps I can show those decorations later, and make Thanksgiving last a little longer.  Christmas can wait!

 

Thankful No One Was Hurt

Oh dear!  Well, I had meant to write something quite different for a blog post, in fact had started something earlier.  However, I came home to find that something terribly upsetting had happened.  A local business burned down.

Ramar Liquor, which we have patronized numerous times, caught fire this afternoon.  Steven found out about it while it was happening, because he works at a nearby business.  Their parking lot was filled with smoke; you could even smell it in the store.  Customers told him they could see flames shooting up into the air.

Ramar was the first liquor store we knew about in Herkimer.  When we moved into the village, we realized our house was a comfortable walking distance from the store.  I believe I wrote a blog post about Walking with a Nefarious Purpose.  As recently as last month we took a stroll there on a Sunday afternoon.  It was a nice little family-run business.  I do spread my liquor dollar around (and try to give shout-outs to other stores as well), but Ramar’s was one I was always glad to patronize.

It was a great shock, therefore, when I arrived home this evening after a lovely Thanksgiving with family, and Steven asked had I heard about it. I had not.  I was surprised I had not, because I had looked at Facebook and I would expect people to post about such a thing.  After some looking, I found the WKTV video.

So I guess this is an odd post to make on Thanksgiving Day.  Then again, I did threaten a Non-Sequitur Thursday.  However, in the spirit of the day (Thanksgiving, I mean, not Non-Sequitur Thursday), I can think of one thing to be thankful for.  Hence, the headline.  Happy Thanksgiving, folks.

 

Lame Us Give Thanks

So here it is the day before Thanksgiving (although this post may be dated for Thanksgiving, because I never fixed the timestamp on this thing) (I don’t know how; technology mystifies me).  Personally, I would be thankful if I had remembered to bring my notebook to work with me an written a post in it earlier.  But I suppose there is no point in pining for what didn’t happen.

As I continue to fight feeling down and blue, I remember reading somewhere that gratitude can counteract depression.  Let’s see if it works.

I am thankful for my husband and my family and my job and my dog and cable television, when there is something on I want to see (does anybody remember the Bruce Springsteen song “57 Channels and Nothing On”?  If he only knew!) . Oh, that parenthetical comment was not very thankful, was it?  But I guess I am thankful I can remember things from the ’80s (that song was in the ’80s, wasn’t it?).  May women my age begin to have memory problems.  I think I read that somewhere.

Another thing I am thankful for is that I have the rest of the week off.  A four-day weekend!  Woohoo!  And that makes today Friday for me!  So it’s Lame Post Friday!  I think this one certainly qualifies. I hope all of you have a lovely Wednesday or Friday if it’s one for you, too.  I hope to see you all again on Thanksgiving (when it will possibly be Non-Sequitur Thursday).

 

Thoughts for the Season

I told you it was going to be Wrist to Forehead Sunday and I didn’t lie.  At least, not about that.  Well, why wouldn’t it be Wrist to Forehead Sunday?  It is the last day of a delightful four-day weekend.  The only good thing is that it is a mere three weeks before my next delightful four-day weekend.  Oh, all right, that isn’t the ONLY good thing, but still…

Wrist-to-Foreheady as I am feeling, the day is not without its charms.  I went running for the fourth day in a row, so I feel pretty pleased with myself over that. Additionally, Steven and I took a nice walk, and we are now watching movies.  While we watch I am finishing an afghan to donate as a raffle item to a Breakfast with Santa which my sister organizes every year for her church in Liverpool, NY.  Um, right now I am typing a blog post while I watch, but I’ll get back to the afghan in another hundred or so words.

Now that Thanksgiving is over, it is time to start thinking about Christmas, beginning, I suppose, with that afghan for the Santa breakfast.  Oh, I know, some of you have been thinking about it right along and already have all your presents bought and wrapped.  In fact, I have been thinking about it too.

Mostly I have been thinking about how bad I have been all year, so I do not expect any presents.  That is quite a relief, really, because I have too many things in my house as it is.  I am also thinking that most likely everybody on my list has been bad as well.  After all, this is my family we’re talking about.  I’m quite sure they are all on Santa’s Naughty List, with the possible exception of my mother.

Now I learned long ago that Santa Claus is a pushover, and most of the kids on his Naughty list get presents anyways.  I think this year I will set the fat man an example and not give presents to those who have not behaved.  That will give me a head start on being bad for next year.  After all, judging other people so harshly will certainly put me on the Naughty List.

 

Mohawk River Run

Instead of my beloved Lame Friday Post, I make bold to offer two Running Commentary posts in a row, because once again I ran two days in a row.  I’m just a little pleased with myself about it (happily glossing over the fact that I first took three days off).  Also, the setting of my run was definitely Mohawk Valley-ish.

As I mentioned yesterday, I am in Rome for Thanksgiving.  I had brought running clothes for two days but, as it turned out, not quite what I needed.  Well, who expects to wear shorts to run in November?  Yes, it happens, but one must admit, it is unusual.  No matter, my Mom loaned me a pair of shorts and off I went.

It was a little later than yesterday’s run; the sun was high in the sky, so I decided to check out the Mohawk River Trail. I picked it up off (I think) Culver Avenue (at least, one end of that street is Culver.  I suppose I COULD look it up before I publish this, but you know what a slacker I am on a Friday).  The trail head was clearly labeled, and there was a trash can at the entrance.  I always take note of public trash cans, for if I’m walking a dog and need to dispose of poop bags.

The trail is blacktop and wide enough for two or three to walk abreast.  I made note of that, because I thought I might be returning later in the day for a walk with members of my family.  Oh, I do love to be in the woods.  The trees were bare, leaves carpeted the ground, everything was brown and peaceful.  It was a cloudy, almost a gloomy morning, but my mood was anything but gloomy.  I could feel that I was running faster than yesterday, which you may recall, was faster than previously.  I’m thinking the reason was that I had been up for a while, drank coffee and eaten some toast and date-nut bread (protein in the dates and nuts!).

Just to interject another family note (it is a holiday weekend, after all), the date-nut bread was made by my sister Diane using my grandmother’s recipe.  Grandma always brought date-nut bread for Thanksgiving and Christmas; I am so pleased to have the tradition continued.  To add to the tradition (and the best traditions are built on over the years), my sister made the bread with her daughter, another sister and a niece, while having few drinks and a lot of laughs.  Laughs are a very important part of my family’s traditions.

Getting back to the run, I was enjoying myself quite a bit on the smooth, fairly level path.  I could see a few side paths that were not paved. I’m not sure if they were official or just used by some people, but I did not explore any today.  One led down to the water, possibly for a fishing spot.  The river was mostly visible through the trees, civilization less so. I was not sure where I was in relation to the City of Rome.  This did not particularly worry me.  I could always turn around and run back the way I came, but of course I didn’t want to do that.

There was a bridge in the distance.  Could I get there from here?  I had crossed a bridge to get to the trail so obviously would have to cross another to get back.  I was about half-way to how long I wanted to run for.  It was time to turn around or go another way.  Up a little bit of a hill, I came to a road.  Ah, but what road?  It did not look familiar.  Then I saw a sign for MVCC (Mohawk Valley Community College).  I know they have a branch on Floyd Avenue.   There was a sidewalk, to I got on it and turned in the direction of the bridge.

Things did not look completely familiar right away, but I was still pretty sure I was on Floyd Ave and headed in the right direction (I know it is more proper to say “Floyd Avenue” when I don’t have a street number, but we SAY “Floyd Ave” in conversation, so I make bold to say that here) (just a little grammatical digression).  Then things looked vaguely familiar, then I recognized stuff.

It was a lovely little run.  I went the exact length of time I went yesterday. Perhaps by Sunday I will increase it by the recommended 10 percent.  In the meantime, I’ll hit Publish and feel pleased with myself that I burned off some of the calories consumed at our Thanksgiving feast.  Happy Friday, everyone.

 

My Own Personal Turkey Trot

I had a dream last night in which I was walking down some stairs and my legs were killing me.  I explained to my companions that I had run for two days then taken a day off.

“Let that be a lesson to me,” I said.  Later on I woke up and went running.

I remembered the dream while running and thought, “You doofus, you didn’t go one day without running, you went three!  Don’t do that again!”  But I didn’t dwell too much on it, because, hey, I was out there moving.

I’m in Rome, at my parents’ house.  They suggested I run the Canal Trail, but since it was still dark I thought I would stick to the sidewalks.  The sun was mostly up by the time I got out the door, but I kept to my original intention.  It is always fun for me to run in Rome, because these are the streets I used to ride my bike on many, many years ago (you can tell me how many with a chortle if you so choose; I have no time to do the math).

I was quite the bike rider in those days.  It was just an old coaster with pedal brakes, but I loved it.  It took me everywhere.  It was not until much later in life I discovered the joy of gears, but we’re not talking about bicycles today.  I was on foot.

The first thing I saw was the full moon from last night.  A nephew of my husband’s used to call it the Moon-a-moolah.  It sure looked like a moon-a-moolah this morning.  I tried to run so I could keep it in sight.  The sky was grey and getting lighter.  I admired the bare trees against it.  I have a fascination with dead trees but lately have been appreciating the charm of live ones.  The limbs keep branching out till they are millions of thin twigs.  Such detail!  Really, Mother Nature is the consummate artiste.

Looking east I could see the incredible sunrise.  Streaks of pink — was that red skies at morning?  No, no, couldn’t be; we’re going to have a nice Thankgiving and take my sister’s dog for a walk.  I turned down a street looking away from the pink but going right toward the moon-a-moolah.  I clearly remembered some of the streets.  My favorites were always the alleys.  How cool would that be, to have your house on one street and your garage on the other?  Then I saw one with a screened in back porch and my envy was complete.

I didn’t exactly get lost, because I always knew the area I was in and I didn’t run that far anyways.  However, in Rome the streets often don’t come out where you expect them to.  No matter.  A couple of minutes added to a run do no harm.  I was running a little faster than I had previously.  I don’t imagine it looked like an effortless lope to anyone else, but at least I didn’t feel like I was plodding along.  Was it a trot?  No, no, I am never bouncy but strive for a smooth stride.  Still, I had thought to call this post My Own Personal Turkey Trot, in acknowledgement of the day.  Well, I still will.  For one reason, I can’t think of anything better.  Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!