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I Finished It on the Dining-Room-Table-Top

My computer woes continue, as do my problems of getting my brain to work and overcoming my inherent laziness.  Perhaps I should say indolence.  It sounds nicer and conjures images of lounging with bonbons.  I’m not sure I have ever had an actual bonbon.  They sound good, though.

Be that all as it may, it is early Wednesday morning, and I am lounged on my couch pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet, because I fear my Chromebook will still not turn on, and it seems like too much trouble to check.

Aaaand the Tablet does not want to Add Media.  At least, it let me insert the photo but would not allow me to add a caption.

This was the first picture to catch my eye in my Media Library.  I feel my post is like the largest pumpkin:  toothless.  Let me be honest:  I am making a post for the sake of making a post and will try for something better tomorrow.

I throw in a random picture of me at a dramatic moment.  Don’t you just love the yellow tights?  It is when LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company presented The Tempest.

So, is this an early Non-Sequitur Thursday Post?   Perhaps another picture will make matters clear.

This picture looked less blurry in the Media Library.   However, it illustrates a maxim seen in a Facebook meme:  sometimes you have to know when to call it quits and pour yourself a glass of wine.  At this time of morning, I will substitute tea, but the sentiment is the same.  As always, thank you for tuning in.

 

At Least It Is Over 200 Words

Oh dear, I have the dreaded type it in, backspace it out disease.  Or should I spell it type-it-in-backspace-it-out?  Or use capital letters?  I fear I am in a more dithery mood than usual today.  Which is not a bad state for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.

 

“Oh shame! Oh degradation!”

I had to search my Media Library for a picture of myself with my wrist actually on my forehead.  Then I had to fight with the Chromebook to get it in the right place in the post.  I know, first world problems.

The mood I was aiming for.

One reason I am having trouble concentrating on the post is that I am also looking at an episode of Columbo.  I have not seen Columbo in a while (and why is “Columbo” underlined?  That is the way it is spelled!).  I loves me some Peter Falk!

Not yet! Not yet, please!

Oh dear, the Type–It-In-Backspace-It-Out is back (do you like it better with caps?).  I was hoping for a paragraph to tie things together and get me up to 200 words.  Unfortunately, looking back at what I have managed to leave typed in, it seems I do not have much to tie.  I guess this is another post about not being able to make a post.  I’ll try for something better tomorrow.  I hope you will tune in.

 

 

Brains Aren’t Everything

So… I missed making my Tuesday blog post Wednesday morning. I overslept as the introduction to a very weird day. And then I did not make my Wednesday blog post on Wednesday, and it is Thursday morning, and I thought I should post something.  I do not know what I will end up billing it as, but I confess at the outset, that I do not have much in the line of brain power.  If only I could handily find the picture from The Brain from Planet Arous, I could properly illustrate this post.

This group didn’t have their act together either.

I veer into Throwback Thursday territory (Wayback Wednesday?) with a picture from Much Ado About Nothing, presented by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company in, I believe, 2016 (no, I can’t go back and look it up, go ahead and roll your eyes at me) (you know who you are).  I had a lot of fun playing the Watch, or whatever we were called.  We played it really dumb.  I always say, go with your strengths (that was directed at me; I was not casting aspersions on the brainpower of my fellow thespians).

Ah yes, more theatre in the offing.

I add a picture of Salisbury Grange in hopes of inspiring myself to complete the as yet untitled script for the murder mystery we are doing there in April (preview of coming attractions).  What is with me that I have not finished it yet?  Get to work, Cindy!

“I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”

Yes, that is the caption I usually use with this picture.  It is how I feel:  half buried and unable to do anything but wave my arms and wiggle my toes!  I remind myself that how I feel is not necessarily reality.  I may be buried, but excavation is possible.  So is writing that damn script.  Look, I managed over 300 words of a blog post.  I think I will call it a Non-Sequitur Thursday.

 

Dare I Call This a Post?

Yes, I was too tired to make my Tired Tuesday post on Tuesday.  I am in fact a little hesitant to make the post this morning for reasons which I will not go into (explanations are so tiresome).  I am ten finger typing on my Chromebook with the very necessary cup of coffee at my side.  At first the Chromebook could not seem to get on the internet.  It tends to jump off and on, which is weird, because when I click on a little thing in the corner it tells me the wi-fi signal is strong (why is wi-fi underlined?  Is that not a word?).  I do not properly understand technology, as regular readers know.

A holdover from Monstrous Monday?

I pause to put in a coffee-related illustration.  I don’t know that I feel dead inside, but I feel a certain amount of pressure to update my life insurance.  That was a joke.  I guess brain dead would be a better way to describe me this morning, but I am far too tired to look for picture from The Brain From Planet Arous.  Imagine my delight when somebody referenced that movie on one of my monster pages recently.

He was a handsome dude.

Sorry to interject a sad note, but I am approaching the one year anniversary of my husband Steven’s death.  I guess I can blame that for my current malaise.  However, one learns to deal with one’s grief and go forward one step at a time.  And in this case one blog post at a time.  So having said very little of substance (do my posts ever have much substance? Discuss amongst yourselves), I dare to call this a post, hit publish, and drive one.  Once again, thank you for tuning in.

 

Wrist to Forehead Sunday is Not a Crime

It is the time of day on a Sunday where I need to either start getting ready for my Monday or make my Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post.  I pick the blog post.  I purchased one of them there Roku doodahs today so I am kind of sort of looking at In Ice Cold Blood as I type (with ten fingers on my Chromebook, lounged on the couch, just to give you the picture).  True Crime, one of my loves!

My friend Kim and I took a trip to a store which needs no plug from Mohawk Valley Girl, and that was just about as much as I bestirred myself today.  Well, I did do the dishes, and I took a shower (not at the same time, although I did splash around a lot of water while doing the dishes).  I composed an email which I sent to the actors for our upcoming murder mystery at Salisbury Grange.  I outlined the situation and listed the characters.  I hope they do not email me back and say stuff like, “Well, that’s pretty lame” or “I don’t want to play THAT character!”  I just do not imagine they will.

He did it! No, she did it!

This is a shot from a rehearsal of the murder mystery we did last spring at Salisbury Grange, Shooting at the Grange.  A few of the same actors will be in this one.  I thought an illustration would look well just then.

I must get to work writing the new mystery, which is as yet untitled.  That would certainly be under the heading of Useful Things Accomplished.  And it is a little more interesting than, for example, making tomorrow’s lunch.  At any rate, I am over 250 words for my Sunday blog post, so I will sign off with a wish that your had a lovely weekend.  I hope to see you all again on Monday, Monstrous or whatever it turns out to be.

 

Some Semblance of a Tired Tuesday Post

Probably no one is surprised, least of all me, that I was too tired to make my Tired Tuesday post on Tuesday.  I am having difficulty doing any kind of writing lately (and even typing; kept making typos on those last two sentences), but I did not come here to whine.  I cam here to drink coffee and, I hope, make some semblance of a blog post.

I like my coffee hot!

This is not the mug I am currently using, but I thought a Halloween mug would be nice since I did not make a Monstrous Monday post yesterday.  I do love all things Halloween.  Well, most things Halloween.  Not the really nasty stuff, like the dead baby decorations or most of the ’70’s slasher flicks.  I know that makes me lose cred in some horror circles.  So be it.

I’m afraid I do not have any plans for Mohawk Valley Adventures in the near future.  However, I may start running soon, making Running Commentary Posts a thing again.  I must decide by Feb. 4 if I am going to run the Boilermaker 15K in Utica in July, in order to get the best pricing for registration.  I had rather a traumatic time of it last year and would like to better my record.  Not that I think I can ever make a really good time; I would just like to finish without being helped to the first aid tent.  But enough of my running woes.

Additionally, I am writing (and having trouble with; see first paragraph) a murder mystery for April at Salisbury Grange.  That will necessitate a few blog posts, I hope.

A suspicious lot, to be sure.

Here is a picture from a rehearsal of last year’s mystery, Shooting at the Grange.  I see I am approaching 300 words.  Score!  I adjourn for more coffee, and once again, I thank you for tuning in.

 

The Title! I Forgot the Title!

I did not so much miss making my Tired Tuesday post as willfully decide not to make one.  Wasn’t that terrible of me?  I keep telling everybody what a stinker I am, but nobody believes me.  Anyways, it is early Wednesday morning and I find myself unexpectedly with a little extra time.  No doubt I have forgotten to do something important and will be running around, wailing about how stupid I am, trying and failing to get it done.

Me, trying to think of the important thing I forgot.

I am not really trying to think of what I forgot in that picture, but I thought an illustration would go well just then. I think I look contemplative, but I was probably only contemplating why I can’t take a selfie I like.  That was my second or third try.

Right now I am waiting for a work friend to pick me up.  I have no transportation at the moment but my own two feet, and I work ten miles away (according to one of my cars, when it used to be on the road) (long story, not very interesting).  He goes in and leaves earlier than I usually do, but my supervisor said it was OK, much to my relief.  I felt less relieved when I had to get up and hour earlier, but it seems that is working out.

Just listen to me babble on.  I guess I could bill this as a Wuss-out Wednesday, even though it is really a Late Tired Tuesday.  Then again, the day is young, I could wuss out yet!  In any case, enough of this nonsense.  I must track down that mythical thing I left undone to have time to make this post.  Let me just look for one more picture to close with.

This is not how I dress for work.

I feel you can’t go wrong with Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein.  Gene Wilder and Peter Boyle.  Comedy gold.

 

Block? Blank? Or Lack of Brain?

Here is a change from the type-it-in-backspace-it-out disease.  I have the type-it-in-and-save-it-for-possible-use-later disease.  I guess that means I have a healthy ego where my own prose is concerned.  Or perhaps it is just an extension of my general reluctance to throw almost anything away.  But let us stay out of the deep dark recesses of my psyche.

I typed that previous paragraph, neither backspaced it out nor saved it for later, and I have been hit by a huge bout of Writer’s Blank.  That is when the blank screen (or page as the case may be) in front of me is matched by the blank space where my brain used to be.  I suffer from Blank moreso that the controversial Writer’s Block, although I perhaps should just call it Lack of Writer’s Brain.

I need a medium fake poo.

I was looking for a picture of The Brain from the Planet Arous, my usual illustration for when I am feeling brainless, but I think the plastic poo will do, because I do feel pretty crappy when I can’t make a decent blog post.

There’s the brain I need!

Now I can bill this post as a Monstrous Monday.  Once again I crave my readers’ indulgence for another foolish post.  I have a few excuses for my late lack of blogworthiness.  However, as I often say, explanations are tiresome.  Perhaps I could find just one more monster picture in my Media Library, to end on a cheerful note.

Who could be un-cheered by Nosferatu?

Here is my favorite guy, Nosferatu, from the eponymous 1922 silent movie.  And with that, I lapse into silence myself, until the next blog post.  As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

 

My Blogging Aspirations Continue

Here is one problem I have with going back to being a daily blogger:  lately I do not do enough blog-worthy things.  When I occasionally do something, I neglect to blog about it.  For example, last Wednesday I went to Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort, NY with my friend Kathy and enjoyed the music of Max Scialdone along with some good food.  I not only did not write a blog post about it, I did not take any pictures for future blogging purposes.  I did not even take the usual picture with my phone which I immediately post on Facebook and invite others to come out.

Christmas decorations were still up.

I looked in my Media Library for a picture of Max Scialdone but was unsuccessful.  However, I was able to find this picture of Fratello’s.  Those same nutcrackers were there last Wednesday. I will just mention that I am still learning how to navigate my Media Library on this Chromebook.  It is quite a learning curve for me.  But what a joy to ten-finger type while lounged on my couch.

Frankentree is bigger these days.

This is a shot from 2018.  I wanted one of snow, because winter has returned to the Mohawk Valley with a winter storm (I guess; I don’t know from meteorological designations) yesterday evening.  I will need to do some shoveling today.  I hope I can find my shovel.  I wonder how interesting I can make a blog post about my old creaky body trying to clear my driveway and sidewalk.  I imagine it will be at least as interesting as me whining about how I am not blogging and have little to blog about anyways.  As always, I hope you will stay tuned.

I’ll Have to Work on the Pun

I don’t know if I should acquiesce in being not daily blogger (sporadic blogger?  thrice weekly blogger? non blogger?) or get used to most of my posts beginning with an apology for missing days.  It is a conundrum.  I think.

I just paused to look up “conundrum” (in an old dictionary, you know, the kind that is a book) (in case any of you thought I might be catching up with the 21st century).  One definition is anything that puzzles, so that is OK.  However, the first definition says it is a riddle whose answer involves a pun.  I love puns!  Of course I cannot think of any right off hand, but if I can come up with an answer to my particular conundrum that involves a pun, what a triumph that would be!

He looks sad. Don’t be sad, Vincent!

Once again, I throw in a picture to pep things up.  This is a publicity still from The Tingler, one of my favorite William Castle movies.  It stars Vincent Price, for those of you who do not recognize him in the picture (poor uninformed wretches).  I saw something at work yesterday  (never mind what;  it would take too long to explain) that was shaped like the Tingler, and I thought, ooh!  I began to plan a William Castle Weekend, where I would watch cheesy movies and knit.  I thought I would even make my Lame Post Friday blog post about it.  And then I did not make a Friday blog post.

I knew she would like this dress!  I think she wore it for a murder mystery once.

When in doubt, throw in a beautiful blonde.   This is my bestie, Kim, at Renewed and Rescued in 2019.  This was before Renewed was the anchor store of Mohawk Valley Community Market.  I include this picture, because I may not sit home on my couch today (it is Saturday, by the way) but go out on a few Mohawk Valley Adventures.  Mohawk Valley Community Market may be one stop.

I see I am over 300 words.  So I have, an apology for not posting, a picture from a cheesy horror movie, and a brief shout out to a local business.  I am going to say OK and hit publish.  As always, thank you for tuning in.

Mohawk Valley Community Market is located at 142 N. Main St., Herkimer, NY, phone number 315-219-9195.