Here I sit, trying to make my Slacker Saturday blog post early Sunday morning. At least, it is not early for me, but as Sunday mornings go for other people… Not that I know that much about other people, but I have heard.
I put off making this blog post while I had some coffee, scrolled Facebook, played Solitaire, then read another blogger’s weekly post. Oh, and I re-read one of my posts from 2012 which I had been thinking about. I have been writing this blog for a long time, haven’t I? Or, as Truman Capote famously said, “That’s not writing, that’s typing.” I fear that lately my blog has become me rambling on, not saying much of any substance, much less sharing Mohawk Valley adventures as I intended to do when I began the blog.
Like KO Grainger at the Herkimer Downtown Chowdown.
I sometimes mention one I am going to write about, then when I sit down with the Chromebook… not so much. What, I ask once again, is my problem? More to the point, what is the solution? I confess I do not know. I am not having much luck with the Do It Anyways method.
Am I too chicken to write?
Yesterday, by the way, was in fact a Slacker Saturday. I went running, as I mentioned in my late Lame Post Friday post. I puttered around, doing a little bit of cleaning here and there. My house, as I have also mentioned, is quite the disaster area. I express great determination to get it clean one way or another, then wander around, feeling ridiculous for not knowing where to start. Then I put some things away and hope I have made some progress. Yesterday I discovered the Columbo method of cleaning: I cleaned for a set amount of time, then when time was up, I said to myself, “Oh, one more thing!”
I am obsessed with Columbo, you may have noticed.
Eventually I wrote a few postcards and walked them to the post office. It had stopped raining by then. Returning home, I made some popcorn and watched, you guessed it, a couple episodes of Columbo. I crocheted while I watched (after I had eaten some popcorn and washed the butter off my hands) (I’m not a barbarian, after all), so I could feel a little productive.
Once again, I have rattled on for an appreciable amount of words (just over 400!). I shall end with a random picture, so that my Saturday post can be Scattered as well as Slacker.
Will the curtain rise on a new act for the play of my life?
Too dark, but I feel a picture of a closed curtain is always evocative. It is the Capitol Theatre in Rome, NY, a good place to visit for future Mohawk Valley adventures.
Mohawk Valley Girl 