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Raiding my Media Library

I thought I would try for a Wordless Wednesday Post using pictures from my Media Library. Of course I am never completely wordless (although many wish I was) (you know who you are). Let us see what I can find.

So pretty!

That was difficult. I enjoyed scrolling down, remembering this and that picture. Yet none of them seemed right for the post. I finally settled on this flower, because I am longing for spring.

Looks more like a rummage sale.

This is not the picture I meant to share, but I had a little trouble scrolling and clicking. As usual, technology eludes me. This is an indoor garage sale in Dolgeville, NY. I found some pretty good stuff there. I’d like to go to another trash to treasure sale, but I need to clean my house first. I will not share a picture of the mess I currently live in. It would be too embarrassing.

Gee, I wish I’d have said that.

I close with a pun. This is not photoshopped (like I would know how to do that!) but is an authentic headline of the Utica OD. That is Observer-dispatch, as you can see on the masthead, not overdose, as you may be forgiven for thinking.

Wrist to Review

I must begin to get ready soon for the closing performance of Splitting Issues, the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre.  I think it would be a good idea to publish my blog post before I leave.  For one reason, after the show we have to strike the set, then we have the cast party.  Who knows when I’ll be home?  And then Steven will want to get on the computer, because he is at work right now while I am sitting here on my fat butt, on the computer.  Only I am not feeling well, and there are a few other useful things it would be really nice to get done, and my brain can’t seem to settle on a blog topic.

Sounds like Wrist to Forehead Sunday to me.

I know, first world problems.  Don’t you hate that expression?  It’s a snarkier way of saying quitcherbitchin’ (that’s all one word, isn’t it?), and I feel it is snarky enough to discount somebody else’s complaints.  Then again, I do complain too much and should, in fact, quit my bitching (I think it’s funnier when I put the g back in).  So let’s get back to the blog post and stop talking about me (oh wait, it’s  personal blog; it is supposed to be about me).

Splitting Issues has gone splendidly, by the way.  We sold out Friday night and had an almost full house Saturday.  Both audiences were very appreciative.  There is just nothing like hearing that laughter when you are on stage trying to be funny.  I LOVE live theatre!  Paul Boehlert reviewed Friday night’s peformance in Sunday’s Utica OD.  The review was published online Saturday.  A cast member found it on her phone and read it to us.  It was a great review. And it mentioned me and Steve!

Here is the link, in case you’d like to read the review for yourself:

http://www.uticaod.com/news/20161022/review-splitting-issues-splits-sides-at-ilion-little-theatre.

In the meantime, I’m over 300 words.  I call that respectable.  Happy Sunday, everyone.

 

200 Words??? (This Post Is Longer)

OK, so instead of writing a blog post at work today, I wrote a letter to the editor of the Utica OD (and worked on my novel; never neglect that). I thought, no problem, I would write something when I got home, possibly about the errands I intended to run on the way home. Well, those errands took a while. Then I had to type the letter into the computer. THEN I had to edit it down to 200 words.

200 words? Yikes! I typed it into my wordpress page, because that’s the only way I know how to count the words (does gmail do that sort of thing?). I just barely managed it, with the help of a couple of contractions, which I do not usually use when I am writing (as you see). All I have energy for now is to type these two measly paragraphs and submit the letter as today’s post (the other difficult thing about the letter was I did not include ANY parenthetical comments).

Loretta LaRoche’s recent opinion piece decries the self-help industry and praises common sense. It’s true, some how-to books are silly, and common sense often seems in short supply. However, common sense will only get you so far.

For example, when I was overweight, common sense told me to change my eating habits and exercise more. However, until I read a book on the South Beach Diet, I couldn’t find a system of healthy eating that I could follow. I didn’t read any books on exercise, but I sought advice when needed.

As LaRoche says, we cannot be happy all the time. However, should we be miserable most of the time? A self-help book can help someone recognize destructive thought patterns and behaviors.

Some say, “We didn’t need all this crap in the old days, because people just sucked it up.” While stoicism and endurance are good qualities, I ask, why should we not try to improve our lives?

Some people do not need or want help. Either their common sense tells them everything they want to know or they find satisfaction in their ability to suck it up. Some of us can benefit from a little help.