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I Probably Won’t Eat Pancakes

It is too early in the day to make a Tired Tuesday post.  How can I be tired already?  I haven’t really done anything!  Well, I have written and emailed out my story on last night’s Ilion Village Board of Trustees meeting.  Always good to get that out of the way.  Now I am hungry and want breakfast. I sometimes go driving around looking for an appropriate picture for the story then go out for breakfast.  Good times.  But I had a picture already, because they swore in a new trustee.  I could still go out for breakfast, I suppose, after I make my blog post, and title this, Pre-Pancake Post.  That has kind of a ring to it.  My readers would never know whether or not I actually ate the pancakes.

Will my deck see any of these this year?

Could somebody please explain to me why autocorrect capitalized M in “my” when I typed in that caption (and why it always underlines “autocorrect”?)?  Never mind.  This is a picture from a few years ago, when I used to have a nice container garden on my deck.  My deck is a disaster area these days, as is the inside of my house.  I must and will do something about it.  I felt inspired when I was purchasing the hanging basket for my mother at T&J’s Fruits and Vegetables.  They had all kinds of plants I could get for my containers.

This is what I aim for!

I searched for another picture to further inspire myself.  The first picture was the plants just brought home from the greenhouse.  This was after I had done a little work with them.  I will do some work!  It will make a good blog post!  Wish me luck.  And a little more ambition.

 

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.

 

First Rule: Make a Blog Post

I have somehow made it halfway through the week and, oh dear, not a whole lot done.  Then again, what is the rule for how much a crazy old lady is supposed to get done, and who sets these rules anyways?  There are always my rules for me, such as Any Writing Counts, but I do not remember setting a rule for How Much Should Get Done.  Note to self:  Set rule about how much should get done.  Or don’t.

Where was I?

Ain’t nobody here but us chickens!

I threw in a picture to distract from the fact that I have not much to say (I bet you thought I was going to say “to pep things up”) (you know who you are).  As I chose the chicken (yes, CHOSE the chicken, kindly do not get vulgar, this is a family blog!) (again, you know who you are), I thought to myself that it is too early for a Non-Sequitur Thursday post.  Then again, that is another Cindy-made rule.  There are no penalties for transgressions.

He loves me, he loves me not…

I found this picture in May 2023 of my Media Library.  I was thinking of mowing down or trying to move my wild daisies this year.  They get a little out of control and completely overshadow the forget-me-nots and lilies of the valley.  They are not very far along so far, but I guess it is early days yet.  I have not bestirred myself to do much outside yet.  The first thing I need to do is to get my lawnmower looked at. I seem to remember indulging in No Mow May last year.  They say it is good for the environment, but for me it was a handy excuse to be lazy (judge me if you are so inclined).

I see I have babbled on for over 300 words.  I shall bill this as a Wuss-out Wednesday and drive on.  I shall be out and about today and try for some Mohawk Valley Adventures.  I hope you are all having a lovely week.

 

IT Is a Blog Post

The tree of existential angst.

I need to get a better picture of this tree, because it really speaks to me.  Two of its branches are posed in the universal position of “Wha-at?”  I took the picture on a recent long walk.  I had meant to make a Pedestrian Post with Pictures but am really only up to a Monday Mental Meanderings today.  Maybe I should have had coffee instead of tea.

A less evocative tree.

I have kind of a thing for dead trees.  I had walked up into Brookwood Park, which I used to refer to as The Unknown Park till somebody told me what it was called.  It ended up being a very good walk, because I took the path through the woods, and it is no myth that being near nature helps.

And still no Tim Curry!

Before I got up into the park, I saw a sewer and looked for an evil clown.  Full disclosure:  I have neither read the book  IT nor watched any of the movies (how many times has it been dramatized?).  I always associate it with Tim Curry, because I am madly in love with Tim Curry.  I hear he recently celebrated his 80th birthday.

Pretty!

I have been seeing a lot of hyacinths lately.  I must plant some in my yard for next year.  I love the smell.  This particular patch was in a kind of a weird place: on a down-slope into a parking lot.  I wondered if they had been planted or if some critter had moved the bulbs. In either case, I liked to see them.

And now I am over 250 without having said a whole lot.  The second cup of tea was not the miracle I was hoping for, but one must make do.  As always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Another Brew, Another Book!

This morning I had occasion to go to Little Falls, NY, so naturally I made a stop at Athenix Books and Brews, one of the all time coolest bookstores ever.  Nick, the owner, greeted me by name as I walked in, which is so flattering!  I had a box of books from my parents’ house and asked if he was still taking donations.  He said, “Always!”  This is good news for me, because I haven’t even started cleaning out my own library!

Lots of choices!

I was in need of a treat to ordered a Mocha with whipped cream and a deluxe brownie (it’s true:  I do not have weight-loss goals; I have weight-loss daydreams).  I sat down at a tall table and worked on a letter to a friend while I sipped and nibbled.  I really want to begin some more substantive writing projects than letters and post cards, but one does what one can, and I believe most people like to receive snail mail on occasion.

A very welcoming atmosphere.

Sometime I will have to come in with a friend, so we can sit on the couch to sip and chat.  After I had finished my treat, I naturally looked for a book and found one amongst the used books.  Reduce, reuse, recycle!

No, I did not purchase one of these books!

It has actually been a while since I had stopped into Athenix but I hope to stop in again soon.  As I was leaving, two ladies were entering.  “This is a great place,” I told them, and I could tell they were quite taken with it as they continued into the store.

Athenix Books and Brews is located at 624 E. Main St., Little Falls, NY, and is open daily.

 

I Quickly Type a Blog Post

Oh dear, one little slip and it just snowballs.  Is that mixing metaphors?  Or merely indulging in cliche?  No matter, it is not a good beginning, but it is even worse that I missed posting two days in a row. I woke up Saturday thinking I would do a Lame Post Friday post, as I had very little brain at my disposal.  Somehow the day got away from me.  Sunday, I had rather a taxing morning and ended up spending the rest of the day on the couch feeling ill.  Today (Monday) I find myself with a short time before I need to go off and do Things, and feel sure that if I do not post now, I will never post again (that was indulging in hyperbole).

Random picture in an attempt to pep up the post.

I do not have time to search my Media Library for something appropriate or mildly connected, so I randomly share this azalea from a neighbor’s yard some few years ago.  I do not think it is there still.  The picture was, of course, taken later in the spring than we are now.  I want to look for crocuses in my yard but fear there will be none.  Winter keeps returning to the Mohawk Valley and saying, “And another thing!”

What would Truman Capote say about this?

I randomly picked a month in my Media Library and found this appropriate illustration!  I have often quoted Truman Capote, “That’s not writing, that’s typing.”  At least I have typed some 250 words.  I am a blogger once again.  I’ll work on being a daily blogger tomorrow.  I may even have something good to blog about.

 

What Would Truman Capote Do?

I had the intention to combine my Throwback Thursday and Lame Post Friday posts and thus pretend I am caught up, but of course it is a little Non-Sequitur to be posting on the wrong day, and I do have a feature of Non-Sequitur Thursday.  Then again, it is kind of a sequence to do Monday’s post on Tuesday, Tuesday’s post on Wednesday, etc.  What’s a blogger to do?

As long as I can wear a tiara, I’m good.

I was looking for a more appropriate picture, but then I thought, Why?  Did I not say Non-Sequitur Thursday?  Or Throwback Thursday, although this is only throwing back to a year ago, when I appeared in Four Old Broads on the High Seas with Players of Utica.  The blue hat in the background is another actor trying to photo-bomb.   I feel bad that she did not succeed.  I started to write a similar play.  I mean a silly comedy about a few older ladies.  I must put in more work on that.

There’s the photo bomb!

OK, now my two pictures are sequential, so perhaps Non-Sequitur Thursday is out of the question.  I don’t care. It is my blog and I will do what I like.

In a preview of coming attractions, I may go to a fish fry tonight, and I may go to a couple of my favorite fun local businesses during the day.  I may also do something to celebrate Friday the 13th, which always sounds like a holiday to me.  I could walk under a ladder or go into a theatre and mention MacBeth (that is a theatre superstition you may or may not be familiar with:  real theatre geeks must always refer to it as, “The Scottish Play.”

To explain the headline:  Truman Capote once said about some work or other, “That’s not writing, that’s typing.”

 

Pre-Breakfast Post

I wussed out on Wednesday, not making my post till Thursday morning.  I’m thinking nobody is surprised, least of all me.  Now I am typing in haste (ten-finger typing, which is my usual thing these days), because I am meeting my Elks friends at Ann Street Deli in Little Falls, NY for breakfast.  I am hungry!  And I could use some coffee or tea.

Great for breakfast and lunch!

I easily found this picture in my Media Library.  I took it the last time we had breakfast there.  Note the crappy lump of snow in front.  The snow that is left looks crappy and dirty, and I for one am hoping no more falls to whiten it up.  However, Mother Nature rarely takes any of our hopes under advisement.

Yesterday was supposed to be the last warm day for a while, so I took advantage of the bare roads and sidewalks for a run.  I actually managed to stay on the sidewalks for most of the time, which is what I prefer to do.  You can’t count on cars slowing down.  Later on, when I took a walk, it was raining.  I had to walk down State Street, or Route 5 as it is more commonly known.  The sidewalks were muddy, and cars zoomed through the puddles, splashing wherever it landed.  Humph.  Just my little complaint of the day.  Don’t mind me.

My plans for today are to clean my house and perhaps do a Throwback Thursday blog post.  I need to write the conclusion for my murder mystery, which begins rehearsals Sunday (preview of coming attractions).  But I feel pleased I have done a blog post today of over 250 words.  250 entertaining words?  My dear readers are the judge of that.

 

Tune in for a Late Tired Tuesday

Yes, here I am, making my Tired Tuesday post on Wednesday.  Oh dear, at first I typed Thursday.  Am I in a time warp or likely to be really late with my posts?  The fact is, I have not had any Mohawk Valley Adventures since Sunday.  I went for a lovely walk in the warm weather yesterday but did not take any pictures, so a Pedestrian Post with Pictures is out of the question.  At least, I guess I could search my Media Library for pictures of stuff I walked by and took pictures of previously; I could maybe even find some with a similar amount of snow.  It seems unlikely, though.

The road less traveled?

This is from March 2020, when I was walking a lot.  I walked by this path yesterday but did not turn down it (my Chromebook wants me to  change that to “turn it down.”  Is it paying the least bit of attention?).  There was more snow yesterday, but most of the sidewalks I was on were pretty bare.  Score!

One thing I got done was the script for the murder mystery I am doing, tentative title A Revolutionary Murder.  I got it and the character sheets emailed out to my actors and a first read through scheduled (no, Chromebook, scheduled IS a word; I do not mean “schedule”) (Sheesh!).  I hope that will make a good blog post.

Did somebody say murder mystery?

I was looking for a rehearsal shot of a murder mystery, but the best I can do is a shot of a murder mystery in progress, at Salisbury Grange back in 2023.

I am feeling tired, I confess, and for no very good reason. But perhaps today I will do something blogworthy and blog about it.  I hope you’ll stay tuned.

 

Late Wrist, a Little Luck

So I let Sunday slip by without making a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post, and I realized I did not mention one of my activities from Slacker Saturday.  I volunteered for Herkimer Elks Lodge’s Casino Night.  Admittedly, there was not much I could do.  I can’t deal Black Jack, and somebody else was spinning the wheel.  I took over the chip table when the lady manning it went to get something to eat, and I got drinks for people at the Black Jack table.  I lamented that I did not have my Playboy Bunny outfit, but I think everybody was pretty much OK with that.

I gambled some $10 away on the wheel, winning and losing a chip or two at a time and not quitting while I was ahead.  It was fun, and I considered it a donation to the Lodge.

 

I am so maligned.

I just spent a bit of time searching my Media Library for a picture of the Elks Lodge, since I thought a picture would pep things up.  One might call that dilly dallying, but it surely does not constitute lolly gagging (which I always thought was one word when my mother used to accuse me of it) (and I will call you Shirley if I decide to).  Anyways, back to the blog post.

Sunday I did attend the HALO Luck Paws Auction, and won a basket.  I did not stay for the drawings but got a phone call later informing me of my luck.

I see I am over 250 words.  Score!  Will I make a Monstrous Monday post later?  A little uncertainty adds interest to my day.