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Way Back to When I Posted On Time?

I thought to myself, I can’t do a Throwback Thursday Post immediately following a Wayback Wednesday Post.  Then I thought, Yes I can!  I’ll look in my Facebook On This Day and share a picture from there, thinking no doubt there would be something I have not shared before.  Well, not so much.

The only photos were a couple of profile pictures.  One was Bette Davis in Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte. A Throwback indeed, but I have shared that picture before.  The other was a drawing with a small fake-solemn speech about not letting winter defeat us.

“I could spit in your eye!”

The reason I was reluctant to share it again was that I feared it would take too l9ng to find it in my Media Library.  I gave it a try and, Hello, Bette!  I have thoughts of going through my Media Library and making a month by month index, so I can readily lay my cursor on what I want.  Well, how many things do we say, “One day I am going to…”?  How many of these do we actually do?  I know, some, but how long does it take us?

Speaking of taking a long time to do things, I might as well confess I am making my Thursday blog post on Friday morning after making my Wednesday post on Thursday.  Does that make this a Non-Sequitur Thursday Post?   Let’s pretend it does.

 

I’ll Tell Myself I Was Tired

Hello and welcome to another Tired Tuesday Post.

I often feel like an idiot.

I am feeling rather brain dead today.  My main ambition right now is to make my Tuesday blog post on Tuesday with a minimum of whining.  But no promises.

My brain is fried like a pan of onions!

I was searching my Media Library for a picture of The Brain from the Planet Arous, which I usually use to illustrate my own lack of brain.  I was having no luck when I ran across the above.  That’s it! I thought.  My brain is fried!

My writing has been sporadic at best lately.  I progress on an interactive mystery (not murder, more about that in future posts) in fits and starts.  I tell myself any progress us still progress.  I wrote my article for Mohawk Valley Living magazine.  I feel I should have done a better job.  Thus I give myself mixed messages.

You know, something just struck me about the things I tell myself.  I encourage myself over the unfinished stuff.  Then I beat myself up over the finished project. No wonder I have such a problem finishing anything!

One may argue that the carrot-and-stick nature of my self-talk is not a bad thing.  Get the first draft out, this line of thinking goes.  Then be merciless in revision.  That is all very well, but I did revise the article! Once I have submitted a thing and it is beyond my ability to change, can I stop with the criticism?  It is something to consider.

So this is my Tired Tuesday Post.  I shall hit Publish and strive to refrain from telling myself it should have been better.  I only hope I did not whine too much.

 

Comfortably Lame

I thought of that title a few weeks ago and wrote it down.  Then this morning (yes, I am making my Lame Post Friday post on Saturday morning, more about that later), I remembered that I had written it down and paged through my notebook (I need hardly say the paper, spiral-bound kind) (are there still computers called notebooks? I am so out of touch) looking for it. I am going to say it is appropriate, because I have become increasingly more comfortable with making a day’s post the following morning (although I will probably never feel really good about it).  In any case, if I do not use it soon, it will moulder away in that notebook, unused and unremembered.

Wow, that was a long paragraph.  I’d better follow it up with a short one.

Regarding the title on the notebook (ooh, how’s that for a title, “The Title in the Notebook”?), I know it is a time-honored practice of writers to always have a notebook where we can write down ideas and little snippets as they occur to us.  For me, this tends to work out better than the notebook by the bed for those middle of the night inspirations.  I personally have never dreamt a usable plot line.  Additionally, rousing myself sufficiently to write something down has a detrimental effect on my always troublesome insomnia.

Oh dear, another long paragraph.  Well, why not?  It got me over 200 words.  I will just add that something else I have become comfortable with is pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet.  I look at past posts and see how I have lamented doing so.  Now it is my usual method, and ten-finger typing is a rare treat.

 

No Toot Tuesday?

I don’t know what I thought I was going to make other than a Tired Tuesday Post.   I mentioned Toot My Horn Tuesday,  but I really have no reason to do any such thing.  It is the third day of the New Year. There is no sign of a new me, and I am quite frankly getting a little tired of the old me.

Yes, yes, yes, I know what I said yesterday about there being worse things than a large ego, implying you know what about the size of mine.  Who knew a large ego could come and go with such irregularity?  Oh, YOU probably did (you know who you are).  Come to think of it, I knew it too; mine has been coming and going my whole life.  You would think I would be used to it by now.

Regular readers know I usually do enter.

I thought I would throw in a picture to pep things up only had no idea of what.  I started to scroll through my Media Library and found this.  I thought, when it comes to pondering if I have any reason for ego, I really should not go there.

This is good advice for me, now that I think about it.  It would be a good idea if I just went about my business and did not worry too much about my own worth.  I am hardly the best judge of such things.

I see this nonsense has brought me over 200 words.  200 worthy words?  As I said, I am not the best judge of these things.  However, as always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Wuss-out, Wayback, Wordless, It’s Not Even Wednesday Anymore!

So I wussed out on Wuss-out Wednesday, not making a post at all. No excuses; as I often say, explanations are tiresome (I know this, because I usually try to explain things and it is almost always tiresome) (for me as well as the listener).  As I prepare for a 12-hour day (don’t ask), I thought I would attempt some semblance of a blog post, since I will no doubt be too tired to do so later.  I was thinking Way-back Wednesday when I had the heady thought, Wordless Wednesday.  Just pictures!  I can shut up!

As if I ever do that!

Just to put you in the picture: I am ten-finger typing on my dining-room-table-top (which regular readers may recall began life as an ordinary laptop).  I thought it would be quicker, but this computer takes forever to boot up and for any pages to open up.  Yikes!  It is sheer relief that I am sitting here typing and not watching one of those little circles swirling, swirling…

But I digress.

Alas, not my New Year’s Eve outfit.

I believe I wore this fabulous ensemble to the Ilion Little Theatre Christmas party in 2016.  Then again, I had a more active social life in those days, so I may have been going somewhere else.  Now that I look at it again, all I can see is the clutter at the bottom of the stairs.  Perhaps if I had not said anything, some people would not have noticed. Oh well, I have never denied the fact that I am a lousy housekeeper.

I see I have blathered on for over 250 words.  Score!  If I wuss out again this evening (which, full disclosure, I fully expect to do),  perhaps I could manage a Non-Sequitur Thursday post tomorrow.  As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

 

Tired But Still Blogging

I had hoped that Tired Tuesday would not follow Monstrous Monday, but here we are.  Yesterday wasn’t such a great Monstrous Monday Post anyways, with only one monster picture and a whole lot of whining, but one does what one can.  My intention now is to make some post, any post, and continue to do so every day.  We can all hope that at least a few good posts sneak their way in.

I do not feel really awful about not making a better blog post today, because I had little chance to do anything blogworthy.  I went to work and after work stopped at three retail establishments.  Oh, OK, it was the liquor store (I usually call it the liquid store, after a then four year old niece referred to it as such), a convenience store, and the grocery store.  I suppose I could have worked one or all of those into a blog post.  I can’t do it now.

“Ho! Ho! Huh?”

I thought I would throw in a picture to pep things up and found a shot of Santa Claus Conquers the Martians in my Media Library in December 2020.  I feel it is OK to continue the Christmas spirit till New Year’s Day, if not Jan. 6.

In case you had not noticed, I continue my slow convalescence from the flu.  YES, I am grateful my case was not worse. I admit it may  be unbecoming to continue to complain. Sheesh!

On the brighter side, I am over 250 words.  Score!  Maybe I could try for a Pedestrian Post tomorrow.  Or there’s always Wednesday night at Fratello’s.  Different possibilities add interest to my life.

 

Old Blogger, New Monster?

Could I be getting older?  SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!!  Actually,  that is a silly thing to say, because of course I am getting older.  You get older or you die; those are the choices.  The reason I ask is that this flu has really knocked me down.  I feel so NOT recovered.  I think I am recovered.  Logically I know that I did not even get as sick as other sufferers.  Yet I feel dragged out.  Or like something the cat dragged in, as the saying goes (that is another way to get away with using a cliche, by the way: you add in the phrase “as the saying goes”) (the usual trick I use is to throw in the word “proverbial,” as in, “something the proverbial cat dragged in”) (but I digress).

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” And you can see who he’s calling a ho.

I thought I would throw in a monster picture before I got even more bogged down in parenthetical comments. This is a new picture I just stole from one of my monster pages on Facebook.  I had thought to try for a Monstrous Monday Post.  I kind of feel like I am starting blogging all over again.  In fact, I feel I need to begin a whole lot of things all over again:  running, cleaning my house, getting my act in general together…

So I guess I have made another blogging start.  Future posts may document how I progress with everything else.

 

Short, Whiny Post

I thought I would make a short post to let my readers know I am taking a Blogger’s Sick Week.  It started with a cough on Tuesday and went downhill fast from there.  There is no point and little entertainment value in giving a blow by blow of my hideous nights, trip to Urgent Care, worry about my job for which I have not accrued much sick time…

Oh dear, I suppose that is quite a bit of whining for one paragraph.  In my defense, I feel TERRIBLE!!!  And nothing helps!

This is what happens with these illnesses that last for more than a day.  All I want to do is sleep, but  I can only sleep so long.  Does everybody have that problem?   I have not been knocked out by OTC decongestants and cold medicines in a long time.  That is how powerful my insomnia has become.

I have now established that I cannot do anything right now other than feel sick, and that includes making a decent blog post.  I hope my readers will forgive me and tune in again when I make a better blog post.

Is This a Blog or Therapy?

This will be a very fast Tired Tuesday post with not promises as to reaching my self-imposed, admittedly arbitrary 200-word minimum.  I am ten-finger typing on my dining-room-table-top (for those of you just tuning in, it is a laptop on its last cyber legs, we dare not move it) on Wednesday morning.  I have had coffee, taken my walk, and eaten breakfast, but have yet to make my lunch.  I am, as I knew I would be, regretting not making my post last night.  In my defense, I was depressed.

I fear this must be a blogger’s sick day, or perhaps another day when I whine and cry about my own petty personal problems.  I remind myself that other people have much worse things to deal with.  This does not always help, because I feel I am an ungrateful wretch for complaining at all.  I do cultivate gratitude, pointing out to myself every little thing that I can feel thankful for.  I read in some dumb woman’s magazine that it is impossible to feel depressed and grateful at the same time.  It is not true, at least for me.

But never mind my whining, let me instead list a few things for which I can be thankful right now.  It was not raining but merely misty this morning and warm, making it a delightful morning to take a walk.  Some people had their Christmas lights on  I do love Christmas lights.  I have received a couple of Christmas cards already.  I do not have to work Christmas Eve or Christmas Day.  I am gainfully employed at a job which makes a positive difference in people’s lives.  I have a very nice family and am able to talk to my parents almost every day.

See, me?  All this good stuff.  And here is another one:  I am about to publish a blog post of over 300 words.  Is it a good blog post?  Let us not ask for miracles.  Part of me says I should just save this to drafts, it is nothing more than an attempt at self-therapy.  However, I shall hit Publish, to let others with depression know they are not alone.  I don’t know that they will be especially flattered to hear they are in the same club with me, but I cannot worry about that now.  Perhaps I should look into getting some actual therapy.

 

Tired Today, Tired Tomorrow?

I always think I am going to come up with a better blog post tomorrow, but Tired Tuesday often follows Monstrous Monday, doesn’t it?  I am tempted to justify myself with the argument, “Well, it’s not tomorrow, is it?  It’s today!”  You know, like the signs you sometimes see in bars, “Free Beer Tomorrow!”

I could go off on a philosophical riff here, about how we are always waiting for tomorrow, for something better in the soon-but-never-quite-gets-here future.  I rather doubt I could come up with anything profound, and anyways, I like to save the half-baked philosophy for Lame Post Friday.

In the meantime, I would like to come up with a reasonably entertaining blog post today.  I went for a walk this morning, as I usually do.  I wish I could have taken pictures for an illustrated Pedestrian Post, but my phone does not take good pictures in the dark.

It is kind of fascinating, walking in the dark.  Things look mysterious.  I like to go by houses that have lights on.  Otherwise, I feel I am the only soul awake, and I get lonely.  This happened especially when I was at my previous job and took my morning walks around four (or was it around the block?) (teehee).  Now I don’t start work till eight so take my walks around six.

Hmmm… I’ve a feeling my walks are more interesting to me than this blog post will be to my readers.  Oh dear.

The best thing to do with a foolish post is to cut it short.  I am, in fact, over 250 words.  Let’s see if I can do any better on Wednesday (see:  I did not say “tomorrow”).