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A Little More Late, A Little More Lame

I don’t think I have ever made my Lame Post Friday post this late before.  And how bad is it that I am only happy that I can do this to procrastinate doing something useful?  Oh well, one does what one can.  In my defense, I am tired from working all day and being in a play.  Additionally, I have been plagued by headaches.  But enough whining, on with the blog post!

Personally, I am not a night person either.

I throw in a picture to pep things up.  This was a present from my late, dearly missed husband, Steve.  I do not know where the cute little vampire is.  The cup should be in my cupboard.  I must find it.

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

I was going to continue with Halloween decorations, but this gem caught my eye.  Don’t you sometimes just feel like screaming, even without a creepy lady curling her fingers at you?

Threaten me with an ax, will ya?

I guess it’s Put In Random Pictures And Talk About Them Day.  This is from a rehearsal of Roxy, a play presented by the Herkimer County Historical Society and Ilion Little Theatre.  It concerned the true story of a local murder of a man by his wife.  Quite frankly, I think he had it coming, but then, I played the wife, so you can’t take my word for it.

I see I am over 200 words, so I guess it is on to doing something useful for me.  I wonder if it would be considered useful to take a nap.

 

Melancholy about Monday

It is time for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post, as I sit, poised to swoon, posed dramatically posed with the back of one wrist against my forehead.  Why do I STILL not have a chaise lounge to swoon upon?

And it doesn’t look like it is going to be a good one!

I just had a fun time with my friend Kim at Yetty’s Pizzeria in Herkimer, NY.  We ate fattening food.  We drank wine.  We chatted with our friend Piel, the bartender.

He’s so sweet!

However, now it is getting later in the evening and Monday looms larger.  I guess I am not in too much dread of it.  I live through Monday every week;  it hasn’t killed me yet.  Additionally,  I have not had all that much wine.  If you drink too much because you dread Monday, you give yourself a very good reason to fear Monday.

I guess I always feel a little melancholy about this time of the weekend, because I am thinking about all the things I thought I was going to get done which I did not.  I tend to have an exaggerated notion of what I can get done in any given amount of time.

Therefore, I will not beat myself up.  At least I got my blog post done.  The other things will get done or they won’t.  A little uncertainty adds interest to my week.

 

I Slack, I Scatter, It Is No Longer Saturday

It is almost 10:30 on a Saturday night.   I almost never stay up this late any more.  What the hell am I thinking?  The usual answer to that is: I am not thinking.  Which at least makes a change from over thinking.  Sometimes I like to shake things up.

I always kill house plants personally.

Earlier this evening I watched Little Shop of Horrors, the original non-musical directed by Roger Corman.  It is one of my favorites.

Aaand that was as far as I got last night.  I got too sleepy searching my Media Library for a picture of the movie Tormented which I thought I had but could not find so hit Save Draft and left it for this morning.  I slept in till after seven, what a bum!  I haven’t even had coffee yet.

Words of wisdom indeed.

This showed up in my Facebook Memories. I just don’t imagine I made anybody but myself unhappy by not making my Saturday blog post on Saturday.  Then again, I am part of Everybody.

Before I typed in the preceding paragraph, I hit Save Draft again and got myself my first cup of the day.  I put it in a Halloween mug, because as all true Halloween aficionados know, spooky season starts the day after Labor Day.   Then there are those like me, who try to keep the spirit alive all year, hence my viewing of horror movies most of the time.

I see I am approaching 250 words, and I have no idea what to bill this as.  Slacker Saturday because I am making it on Sunday?  Scattered Saturday because the subject matter kind of wandered?  Oh the trials and tribulations!   But as always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

This Blog Post Sounded Better In My Head

Hello, and welcome to yet another Tired Tuesday Post.

One of my favorites.

This meme showed up on my Facebook On This Day so naturally I shared it again, commenting that I had in fact woken up unsure what day it was (should that be “which day”?  “What day” sounded better in my head) (Ooh, that gives me an idea for today’s title).

Where was I?  Nowhere in particular, I guess.  My stomach and head felt better today than they did yesterday, but by the end of work I had no energy.  On another Tuesday, I put in laundry, went running, did the dishes, and still made it to rehearsal.  Which Tuesday was that (this time “Which Tuesday” sounded better in my head than “What Tuesday”)?  Did I write a blog post about it?

For once I was not too lazy to go back and check, and, you know what, I am going to go back to being too lazy, because that was a lot of trouble.  Of course, most of my troubles stem from Operator Error.  Earlier today I had some operator error.  Most of my life can be summed up in those two words.  Anything not covered under Operator Error usually falls under the heading Shit Happens.  It is nice to have everything categorized.

In the meantime,  I see I am over 200 words.  Score!  Once again, I will try for a better blog post tomorrow.

 

Starting Over on Tired Tuesday?

Have I enough oomph to make at least  Tired Tuesday Post before I retire for the evening?  I hope the answer is yes, but we shall see.  I had a certain amount of oomph earlier, which I used to get a few things done before rehearsal for The Man in the Bowler Hat,  the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre  (preview of coming attractions).  As I drove home, of course I remembered several things I did not get done, but I can’t do everything, after all.

 

I went for a walk before work this morning.  It was not a very long walk, but I assured myself that was not important.  The important thing was that I walked.  Likewise, my run this afternoon was short.  It seems odd that I can only manage such short bouts of exercise after training for and running the Utica Boilermaker 15K in July, but so it is.  I feel that once again I am starting over.

I ran by this sign on today’s run.

I throw in a picture to pep things up.  Regular readers know how I love to enter where it says not to.  Don’t worry; I never do it when I am driving.

Earlier today I thought of posting as my Facebook status,  “How many times is one allowed to start over? Asking for a friend.”  I just imagined people would respond with encouraging words, but of course you never know.  In the end, I did not take the chance.

I see I have attained 250 words without mentioning that the reason I am so down is that I spent part of rehearsal thinking, “Oh, wait till I tell Steve about that!”  I know this is something I will have to deal with for the rest of my life.  I will, I am sure, learn how to deal with it eventually.  In the meantime, I may just continue to mention it occassionally in a blog post.

 

To Run on Tuesday

I tell myself:  It could have been worse; it could have been Two Minute Tuesday.

I have been meaning to up my running game (and all my other games too, quite frankly, but let us take one game at a time).  After my unfortunate experience at the Utica Boilermaker 15K,  I have not been having an easy time running, last Sunday’s unintended hour-long run notwithstanding (I mentioned that in a blog post, I am sure).  I keep thinking if I just persevere, I can get my mojo back.  So I made up my mind to run today.

I did not get right into sports bras and on the road today.  First I had to send a couple of texts to my sister Diane.  We went on the South Beach Diet together starting today.   It is a great motivator to have somebody to compare notes with.  Full disclosure:  I have to get my diet mojo back, too.

Of course I practiced my usual multi-task of putting in laundry while I ran.  For one reason, I am out of clean work pants.  However, if the diet mojo returns, perhaps I will be able to fit into some previously worn trousers.  In the meantime,  a little exercise never hurts.

Off I went, and I did feel a little off.  Or a lot.  So old and thunky!  When I see people they tend to smile at me.  I suppose they are thinking, “Isn’t that nice, that old lady is trying to run.”  I can use all the good will I can get.

I changed my mind several times about which way to run, where to turn, and which side of the street to run on.  One thing I did not worry about was my speed, or rather lack thereof.  I often say that what I do is called running only by the most generous definition of the term.  And what, I ask you, is wrong with a little generosity once in a while?

The run started to feel less thunky as I went.  I never stopped huffing and puffing, but I did not feel I was in distress.  The shadier spots definitely felt better than the sunny ones.  A couple of times I crossed in the middle of the street to take advantage of a tree’s shadow that reached across.

I ended up running for 20 minutes and felt pretty pleased with myself.  I do not know how far I ran, because I misplaced my Garmin. I say I don’t worry about how fast I run, but it is nice to know.  Additionally,  I remember my Two Mile Tuesdays before the Boilermaker.  I guess I didn’t have one of those today.

 

 

Tired, Late Post, But Popcorn!

I was too tired to make a blog post on Sunday and I am too brain dead to make one now.  I overslept, not by a huge amount, but apparently long enough to make a difference.  What the heck is the matter with me?  I’m so tired I am even saying “heck” because it is easier than fighting with autocorrect.

“Oh dear me!”

Once again, I throw in a picture to pep things up (autocorrect sucks, but sometimes the predictive text thingy is dead on).  This is from last July.  What a difference a year makes!  I had a husband.  I knew what to wear.  But it is no good to look back and repine.

Mmmm… Dyn’s Cider Mill

I look back to look ahead.  A trip to Dyn’s Cider Mill in Richfield Springs is in my future!  They have, bar none, the BEST popcorn.  Regular readers may recall that I pop it on the stove in oil and put real butter on it, as God intended (I say that as a joke; I do not pretend to really know the plans of the Almighty). Yum!

Dyn’s Cider Mill is located at 7915 NY-28, Richfield Springs,  NY, phone number 315-858-2078. They are open 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. daily.

 

Monster Movies, As I Swoon on Sunday

It is assuredly Wrist to Forehead Sunday, as anybody who read my late Saturday blog post will readily understand.  I have not been behaving myself as befits a woman of my age.  I do not mean with dignity and decorum; those are obviously past hoping for.  I mean with a basic respect for my declining physical capacities.  Come to think about it, my physical capacities have never been all that impressive.  Still, one does what one can.

Only I don’t have the Blu-Ray.

I throw in a picture to pep things up, before I get too bogged down in my petty physical complaints.  I did not get to the movie watching portion of my Sunday till later in the afternoon.  It coincided with the dinner fixing portion of the day, but I am not sure what I fixed was worthy of a cooking post.

One of the classics.

I actually do not think this shot is from the James Whale directed Frankenstein,  which I watched next.  However, it is too much trouble to keep searching my Media Library for a picture.  My readers know who I mean, I am sure.

So pretty!

This, of course, is Elsa Lanchester in The Bride of Frankenstein, which I am watching now.  I am pleased that all three DVDs I have watched started right up, because I don’t see any of my remotes.  No doubt they are not far, but I am grateful for any little advantage on Wrist to Forehead Sunday.

My only problem now is, will I dare make a Monstrous Monday Post tomorrow?  I shan’t worry about it now.  I hope you are all having a delightful Sunday evening.

 

Late Post-Liverpool Post

I am still lame as the weekend wears on, making my Saturday blog post late Sunday morning.  I am back home from my sojourn in Liverpool and feeling quite tired.  I went for a run both mornings I was there and got lost both times.  This is as usual when I visit my sister Diane.  I swear the streets in the area where she lives were laid out based on a plate of spaghetti.  I set out to do 20-minute runs and ran for 31 minutes on Saturday and an hour today!

On the brighter side, on today’s run I petted two dogs and twice got directions from nice people (I got confused following the first set of directions, what a surprise).  I also felt pleased that my body stood up to the abuse.  I walked but did not run every day since last weekend.  So I guess I haven’t lost what fitness I gained training for the Boilermaker 15K.

Not the sneakers I ran in.

I took this picture after the run, a shower, and putting on party clothes.  I did not just sit around;  I helped get ready for my niece Camille’s graduation party, the occasion for my visit.  It was a wonderful party.  I saw members of my family, some of Diane’s in-laws, and a number of friends, including some new ones.

And now I am home and wishing I had made it to the grocery store last week.  However, I cannot do everything.  At least I finally made my Saturday blog post.

 

Terrified of Tired Tuesday?

I’m afraid this is another Tired Tuesday Post, but since I did not have a Monstrous Monday this Monday or last, I thought a couple beasts might brighten up the blog.

Eeeee! Call the exterminator!

Many people have a fear or at least a squeamishness regarding bugs.  These are fake, of course.  I believe they were props for Donate to Murder, a mystery of mine which featured the memorable character, Renwick Spaulding, lover of bugs.

A little bigger than a bug.

And here is Bruce, the shark from JAWS, a favorite summer flick of mine.  I have not watched it yet this summer.  It was one my husband Steve and I always watched together, often on the Fourth of July, a date which was featured prominently in the movie.

And speaking of going swimming…

Here is a good one:  The Creature from the Black Lagoon with the lovely Julie Adams.  I understand she was as lovely in character as she was in looks.  That is always nice to hear.

I shall just mention that one reason I am so tired is that two days in a row, I fought the lawn, and the lawn won.  I keep telling myself that the lawn may win the battles but I shall win the war.  I hope to share pictures when I do.

In the meantime, I have gotten over 200 words.  That is sufficient, according to my rules for me by me.  Since I included monsters, perhaps I should add a category of Terror Tuesday.  Hmmm.  It may be a little strong, but at least it is alliterative.  Oh wait! I see I already have a category of Terrifying Tuesday.  Shows how much I pay attention.