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Oh Crap! Who Shall I Kill?

So I posted Tuesday for Monday then neglected to post Tuesday and Wednesday.  It is now Thursday morning and I believe I am rapidly losing what is left of my mind.  For one reason, I started to type in “neglected” but started out “deg”  then stared at it wondering why it looked wrong.  Coffee, please kick in soon.

Oh crap, I can’t find the picture I am looking for.

I was searching for a coffee mug other than the Halloween one I have been showing lately, specifically the one I am actually using from Dyn’s Cider Mill (brief shout-out to a local business) (come to think of it, I must go there soon).  I know I have one but it proved elusive. I decided plastic poop would do.

As I struggle with blogging and most other things in my life (not whining, just observing; I know we all struggle), I sometimes get a few things done.  One thing was to set an actual date of the murder mystery I am writing to benefit the Herkimer County Historical Society.  October 12.  Why I had it in my head they wanted the first weekend in November, I do not know.  However, I had an inspiration for a better victim and plot (a little easier to write, too), so I am going great guns.  Additionally, I have emailed several potential actors.

Now who would kill a beautiful lady like this?

Unfortunately only one actor has emailed me back, but I expect to hear from the others as I go along.  In the meantime, I hope to finish the script this weekend.  It is so fun to write when things just clip along, as they sometimes do.

In the meantime, I hope to return to my previous daily habit of making blog posts.  I thank everybody for tuning in.

 

 

It’s Not Fall, and It’s Not Friday

We had a hint of fall in the Mohawk Valley today.  I enjoyed it, but unfortunately as soon as my body feels that cooler breeze, it says, “Oh boy!  Allergy season!”  As if the sinuses don’t give me hell 24/7/365.  Shouldn’t that be 24/7/52?  Twenty-four hours, seven days, fifty-two weeks?  I think I should just say all year round.

As you may have noticed, my decongestant makes me a little punchy.

They look evil.

I missed my Monstrous Monday post, so I feel free to make one now. Here is a young Christopher Lee with two actresses I don’t remember (too light-headed to look it up) in Horror Hotel, as it is called in my DVD collection. It is known sometimes by a different name, but I have talked about that before in this space.

An oldie but a goodie.

Just a reminder that it is not really Monday.  I can easily put myself in a time warp, and that would not be a good idea.  I have a thing on Thursday and it would not do to show up on Wednesday or Friday.

Anybody can lose their head once in a while.

Note to self:  Make blog post before taking decongestant.  However, I have long maintained that a bad blog post is better than no blog post at all.  Is it true or am I kidding myself?  Discuss amongst yourselves.

 

What Is the Matter with Me?

This is so embarrassing.  It seems about once, sometimes twice a week, I write a blog post apologizing about not making daily blog posts and promising to do better.  Obviously I do not.  I could offer all manner of excuses and explanations, but excuses are often lame (and it is not Lame Post Friday, alas!) and I always say explanations are tiresome.

All that said, it feels pretty good to be ten-finger typing on my Chromebook, putting down some words, any words.  Why do I no longer do this every day? Why am I asking that again when I JUST SAID that explanations are tiresome?

Looks delightfully evil, yes?

I threw in a picture to jolt myself out of self-incrimination and more tiresomeness.  I have not used this coffee mug in a while, but I have enjoyed my morning coffee, as I do most mornings.  Full disclosure:  Sunday I drank tea, because my stomach was upset.  That tasted pretty good too.

Random picture to denote passage of time while I get more coffee.

The above picture is the Capitol Theatre in Rome, NY, a delightful old movie palace, from back when the term “palace” truly applied.  It is, perhaps, symbolic of my life.  I feel I need to make some changes, begin a new chapter.  Somebody somewhere said there are no second acts in real life, but does anybody really believe that?  I don’t even remember who said it.

Must go here soon.

The theatre picture is also relevant, because I have at least one theatrical project I need to get going on, namely a murder mystery I am writing to be presented for the benefit of Herkimer Historical Society.  This third picture is a local business I may visit soon, Rose Quartz Stand on Mohawk Street in Herkimer, NY (do I have to keep putting NY?).  I want to purchase some iron pyrite for use as a prop in the murder mystery.  Does that pique your interest?  I hope so, as I will no doubt be sharing more about the mystery as I go along.

That is, if I manage to make more blog posts.  I have neglected a few good Mohawk Valley adventures I had recently and hope to remedy the omission (preview of coming attractions).  In the meantime, I thank any readers who are still tuned in, and welcome (dare I hope?) any new ones.

 

Newton Was Right

So there I was, two days without posting, reluctant to make another Post About Not Making a Post, and pondering what the hell was wrong with me.  I thought about how we don’t really know what is good for us.  I like to write, I enjoy writing, I often feel good after I have written.  But there was this voice in my head saying, I don’t want to, I don’t have to, I can’t!  It is the same voice and same words even the voice uses when I think I should clean my house, go running, or even eat that cucumber that has been in my refrigerator since I bought it on Sunday.  For heaven’s sake, why would I not be able to cut up a cucumber, voice?

Unfortunately, I do not always think to talk back to the voice.  On occasion I ignore the voice, with varying results (turns out running or house cleaning, while not impossible, can be damn difficult) (but let us strive to think positively at this moment).  Today I pondered where the voice was coming from and why it often sounded so loudly.

My first thought was that we often do not know what is good for us.  For example, we drink one alcoholic beverage and it makes us feel good, so we have another.  By the third, that voice in our head (I am assuming in this example that I am not the only one who has one) is convinced that if we do not continue drinking, we will cease to feel good, we must have another!  We all know where this thinking leads us (if you have not actually had the experience, surely you have heard) (and I will call you Shirley if I decide to).  Most of us learn to ignore the voice’s toro poopie in these situations.

My next thought regarded a rule I have often observed in this space: writing begets more writing.  I write a letter to a friend or make an extensive entry in the TV Journal, I can easily make that day’s blog post.  Once I make a couple blog posts, I continue posting daily.  Obviously the opposite is true:  Not Writing begets more Not Writing. I capitalize Not Writing, because it is such a heinous situation to those of us who aspire to be Writers.

Then it hit me:  inertia.  Sir Isaac Newton did not just talk about Gravity, he also articulated the Law of Inertia:  An object in motion tends to stay in motion, an object at rest tends to stay at rest, unless worked on by outside forces.  I like the words “tends to,” because in fact, writing does not always beget more writing in my case.  My eighth grade science teacher  also pointed out that friction, gravity, etc, are included in “outside forces” that cause a moving object to stop seemingly of its own accord.  I add this for the yahoo (you know who you are) who just rolled a ball or a stone (not wanting to gather moss) and said, “There!  That object didn’t stay in motion!”

So you see, I do not only suffer from laziness, depression, and whatever else is wrong with me (probably a lot; I can just see some of you gearing up to give me a comprehensive list) (you know who you are):  I am a victim of inertia.  Today I fought the inertia enough to make a blog post of — goodness over 550 words!  Will this writer in motion tend to stay in motion?  I hope so.

 

I Strive to Improve on Wrist to Forehead Sunday

And then I let three days go by without a blog post.  Mostly because I did not want to make another post about not making a good post, yet I did not feel up to making a real blog post.  What the hell, me? Now it is Sunday, and I am feeling tired and done with the day but do not want another day to go by without making a blog post.  Well, I am trying to do better about every aspect of my life, blogging included.  I make  small improvements at irregular intervals.  Here is my attempt at improving my blogging.

I feel badly that I have good topics I have not blogged about yet. Perhaps I can make those posts in the coming week.  We shall see.  In the meantime, I will make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post, just to not go another day without blogging.

I have been having a happy Sunday.

I am, in fact, watching an episode of Columbo.  I also utilized the Columbo method of cleaning:  I cleaned for a set amount of time then said, “One more thing!” and put away a couple more pieces of junk.

I do not only watch Columbo, although I do pop in many episodes.  I watched a different movie earlier, and during the previous week refrained entirely watching anything except for WKTV News in the morning.

So I guess this is a really nothing blog post.  I do believe that any blog post is better than no blog post at all.  I hope my readers agree.  If you do not, feel free to comment.  In the meantime, I am over 250 words.  Perhaps I can close with a cheerful picture at least.

Me drink wine? It could be!

It took me a while to find a picture I liked.  On the brighter side, this has gotten me over 300 words.  300 good words?  Let us not ask for miracles on Wrist to Forehead Sunday.

 

Maybe the Mouse Will Read My Blog

I’m sure nobody is surprised I am making my Tired Tuesday post early Wednesday morning, least of all me.  After work I did a very few things of use then was too tired to do much else.  How remiss of me. This morning when I went to put on coffee (too lazy to put it on last night), I thought I saw a mouse, screamed and took a step away, and fell on my hip.  It made a loud noise (I am no lightweight), which I hope scared the mouse off the premises.  A stop at the store to purchase mouse traps is in my future.  Yuck!  I hate mice!

Cheerful picture to take my mind off rodents.

I guess this is in the nature of another placeholder post, so I can continue my latest streak of posting every day.  I must begin doing more than going to work, doing a few chores, and going to sleep, so I have something to blog about.  Yesterday I did not even take my morning walk.  I must stop using the hot weather as an excuse:  sweaty adventures are better than no adventures at all.

I get results.

Here is the evidence of some of my earlier adventures in yard work.  I had a few more such adventures last week but I did not blog about them.  I had an idea of using a headline “Lawn 4, Cindy 0,”  but I really have not been keeping track of how many times I fought the lawn and the lawn won.  Perhaps it would be a good idea if I started keeping more journals.  I rarely watch television, so the TV Journal gets little use.  Come to think about it, I do keep a Running Journal (really a Running, Walking, and Other Exercise Journal), but have not updated it since June.  What the hell, me?   These are opportunities for me to write!  Why do I not write?

Well, this morning, I have written over 300 words here.  At least mildly entertaining words, I hope (and I will use a sentence fragment if I so choose, judge me if you would like).  One can only go on from where one is.  Thank you for sharing this time with me.

 

Where Did I Put My Brain?

Here I am back again at Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  One would think I could make a good post at this point, but I must ask, which one is that?  I mean, which one would think that, not which good post can I make, I feel obligated to elucidate.  My Mohawk Valley Adventures are in the increasingly distant past, and I feel not capable of writing about them.

My brain? Not likely.

As I like to do when I am feeling particularly brain dead, I share The Brain from Planet Arous.  It is quite the cheesy movie.  I have a cheesy movie playing now, but I am not paying the last bit of attention to it.  It is The Beast of Yucca Flats, starring Tor Johnson, if you wanted to know.  I may have an illustration of the movie in my Media Library, but I am not at all sure of that and dread more searching.

Ooh, here’s a creepy one!

I looked through a couple of months to see if I could find a picture of a movie I have seen recently or am inclined to see now and came across this shot from Mr. Brooks.  My late, dearly missed husband, Steve, and I went to the theatre in Georgia (where we lived at the time) to see Mr. Brooks when it was first released.  We appreciated it but thought it was not one we would care to pop in on a regular basis.  Fast forward to the early 2010s (I think) when a cousin of mine was selling some of his DVDs.  Steven bought a few, including Mr. Brooks.  I found it was, in fact, one I could enjoy multiple viewings of.  I especially felt this after my husband’s passing.  Make what table-top psychology of that you like.

In the meantime, I have gotten over 300 words. As regular readers know, I find that respectable, especially for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I shall sign off now and look for the DVD of Mr.Brooks, since The Beast of Yucca Flats ended as I typed.  I hope you are all having a pleasant end to your weekend.

 

An Apologetic Post

I guess I have some work to do to make it back to being a daily blogger.  Once again, as I have often done with my running, I begin again.  Perhaps that was a bad comparison, because I have not been running in, oh dear, I think it has been months.  Of course I am too lazy to pull up my Running Journal and look.  And by “pull up my Running Journal,” I mean lean off the couch, to the danger of the Chromebook balanced on my legs, and paw through the mess under my coffee table.  It is there somewhere. I need to update it on walks I have taken since (oh dear) June.

Me being lazy.

I threw in a picture to pep things up.  This is my legs’ approximate position, but I am wearing slippers with no socks.  It is early Friday morning, and I last posted Sunday evening.  For that I apologize.  As it happens, perhaps I should have swooned for real and not just metaphorically.  The week has not been terrible, but my state of  mind has been.  I quite frankly do not know what is wrong with me.  I suppose a number of others have wondered that for years (you know who you are).  However, I have made it to work every day and tried to keep a smile on my face and a song in my heart.  Unfortunately, the song was usually The Volga Boatman.

 

Bloom where you are planted!

I add a cheerful picture to counteract the whining.  This is a photo from a previous year, but I believe my Rose of Sharon is currently blooming.  I spared it a glance while doing yard work yesterday (see, I have accomplished a few things), but I was too absorbed in gathering fallen branches and sticks to pay much attention.  We had a storm earlier this week.  Not a tornado, as Rome, NY had.  My parents live in Rome but, thankfully, suffered no damage, by the way.

I see I have babbled on for over 300 words. I hope to get back to posting on a daily basis, and of course I hope you will stay tuned.

 

Lame As I Ever Was

Hello, blogosphere, I am back!  What, blogosphere isn’t a word yet? I hear it all the time.  Perhaps I have it misspelled.  In any case, I am back on the blog after losing a few days to technical difficulties and my usual malaise which makes it a major effort for me to do anything.  I finally got back on my Chromebook. Phew!  I know, I could have posted from my Tablet, as I used to do all the time, but that, too has become problematic.  When I finish the post, I can’t type in a headline at all, and when I try to add categories and tags, the screen jumps every time I hit a key.  For the last post, I got on my phone to add headline and tags.

Now I feel a little ashamed for not going through such a rigamarole again (but I KNOW rigamarole is a word!  It has been a word for years!).

Random picture to denote passage of time.

I found it in my Webster’s dictionary.  “Rigamarole” is another spelling of “rigmarole.”  I think the extra syllable adds to the expressiveness of the term.  I recently read in an English history book about the origin of the word.  Of course I cannot remember it now, but I know which book it was in, and I will look it up for use on a future blog post.

My bestie, Kim, is coming to visit today.  Regular readers know she moved away early this year, to the detriment of my Saturday adventuring.  I’m sure we will have a lot of fun today, although I am a little concerned at the forecast of high 80’s.

This has been me and many of my co-workers all week.

I had actually been looking for a Mohawk Valley adventure picture to share, but I found this one and couldn’t resist.

 

Late, Lame, at Least It’s a Post!

I guess I had a couple more blogger’s sick days in which I did not even have the wherewithal to post a few whiny words about how I couldn’t make a blog post.  Ooh, here’s a Freudian typo:  I first put “shiny words.”  I guess I want to feel that my talent as a writer always shines through.  It is my one talent, after all.  Or do I flatter myself?  Never mind, on with my Lame Post Friday post, made early-ish Saturday morning.

That magic elixir, coffee.

I am on my second cup of coffee.  I am enjoying it quite a bit.  I went without if for two days, substituting tea for my morning cuppa (I believe I mentioned it the last time I made a blog post).  I love tea, but coffee is what gets me going in the morning.  Not that I am actually going right now, but I am blogging, so we’ll call that a win, however lame this post may turn out to be (I am thinking very, but I am also my worst critic) (that earlier line about my writing talent notwithstanding).

Only a dream?

It took me a long time to find a second picture to liven up the post.  This is from 2017, a really good year for my container garden.  I was determined to have one this year, but, alas, not determined enough.  Perhaps I can get out and at least do a few things in the yard this morning.  Unfortunately, it is supposed to rain (my bunions and the weather forecast said so).  I think I even heard a few drops earlier.  I suppose I could do a certain amount in the rain, then take a very soapy shower, hoping not to track too much mud between the door and the bathroom.  It might be a good idea to eat breakfast first.

 

These plants don’t seem to have any problem growing.

I wanted to add one more picture.  Regular readers may remember that this was meant to serve as inspiration for the murder mystery I must finish.  That will be a good thing to work on if it pours rain later.  Such plans!  Such ambition!  Will I accomplish anything?  The uncertainty will add interest to my Saturday.