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No Blog November?

I pause in my gyrations to try for my first blog post in a week (and a day).  I have been in the midst of a deep dark depression (excessive misery) (AAAUUU!).

Now I pause because I don’t know how to spell OH.  Not everybody will get my tele-literary reference above, but there used to be a very silly show on Saturday nights called Hee-Haw!  They featured some very talented musicians, but I was there for the comedy, some of which was musical.  There was one recurring sketch with these old hillbillies lying around singing, “Gloom, despair, and agony on me!”  letting off a wail of despair at the end of each line.

If I was on one of my older devices, I could perhaps have found an appropriate illustration, but I have not figured out all the ins and outs of my Chromebook yet.  I am SO twentieth century!

Coffee always helps.

I am currently sipping coffee out of this mug.  It was Steve’s.

I’m sorry, I forgot where I was going with this blog post.  I guess I was just feeling kind of mortified that I have not posted in over a week and since I was taking a break to sip some coffee, I would try for a few words.  And I see I am over 200.  Score!

OK, my mini challenge to myself is to post every day in November.  Only a 30 day month, how hard can it be?  As always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

It’s Still October, It’s Still Friday, and I’m Still Lame

Alas, I missed making my Thursday post and here it is, getting later in the afternoon on Friday, and my brain feels not up to blogging.  How ridiculous.  Luckily for me, it is Lame Post Friday.  However lame I have been up till now (and regular readers know I have been pretty lame lately), I feel free to make a foolish post now, and no promises about tomorrow.

He looks like he’s saying, “Good grief!”

What could be sillier than Santa Claus in a Halloween t-shirt?  This particular Santa Claus stays on the landing of my staircase most of the year, and some years I dress him for the holidays.  I have not dressed him this year.  In fact I have not decorated for the holiday at all, and it is my favorite!  What the hell, me?  I am supposed to be having a Halloween party but have not done anything about it except talk.  Oh well one can get a lot done by utilizing the last minute.

Just a little cluttered.

This is a picture of a past mess in my living room.  I have always liked it because Bonita the skeleton looks so leisurely and Santa Claus is peeking around the corner and Darling Duck is just kind of hanging out.  The clutter there is different now but I do not have a current picture.

Will I succeed in cleaning my house?  Will I entertain on Halloween weekend?  A little uncertainty adds interest to the end of my October.

 

Wrist to Forehead Sunday Morning

It is early Sunday morning, and this title occurred to me.  Regular readers may have noticed that I have not posted in a few days, and I feel bad about that.  My mother suggested that it might be easier to make fewer posts, pointing to a friend of hers that posts once a week.  I know this is true; many bloggers post once a week or a few times a week.  The point is, they post regularly.  For me, I like to post every day.

Random picture to denote passage of time while I make my tea.

I guess it isn’t really a random picture, since I spent some time scrolling down my Media Library before I picked one.  As a note of interest, I seem to be on my last teabag of black tea.  I have green, white and herbal, plus plenty of coffee, so this is not the disaster it may have been.

Wrong Way might as well be my middle name.

I was actually looking for the meme that said, “First drafts don’t have to be perfect; they just have to be written,” or words to that effect (there probably isn’t a semicolon; I have kind of a passion for semicolons).  However, I realized I would have to do quite a bit of scrolling to find it, and I think this one is almost as good.  The fact is, I feel I am going the wrong way about being a daily blogger.

The right way?  I suppose I must figure that out, hence I swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead.  Will I find the right way?  Will I write other things?  The suspense will add interest to my Sunday.  In any case, I see I approach 300 words, which is not bad for a mere placeholder post.  Maybe I can manage a real post later.  I have all day and a whole cup of black tea to help me.

 

A Delightful Dinner

Today I found myself in Little Falls around dinner time and decided to check out Trattoria Giorgio’s.  It is in the space previously known as Ruggiero’s Trattoria, which I always liked.  I found that it is still a delightful place to eat.

I guess it’s also known as a Tap and Tavern.

I took a seat at the bar and perused the menu.  I wanted to get a glass of wine with my meal but would not know what to drink till I decided what to eat.  I went with one of the specials:  a grilled chicken BLT.  I thought it would pair well with Chardonnay.  I don’t really know a lot about wine pairings, but I know in general white goes with chicken.

While I waited for my food I worked on a letter to my sister Diane and chatted with the bartender and other patrons.  The bar is in a U shape, which is handy for  conversation.

My sandwich was delicious.  As usual, I cut it in half and took half home with me.  It came with chips, but I figured the chips wouldn’t travel well in the same box with the sandwich.  They were not the homemade kind anyways.  But I kept nibbling on them while I finished my drink.

I was in Little Falls to attend a meeting of the Flash Fiction group at Little Falls Public Library (preview of coming attractions).  If I make that a regular Wednesday thing, I may make dinner out a regular Wednesday thing too.  There are a few more places along Main Street in Little Falls I would like to eat at (another preview of coming attractions!).  But I will make Giorgio’s a regular stop.

Giorgio’s is located at 546 E. Main St., Little Falls, NY, phone number 315-823-1414.

 

Late Post, Even Later Pictures

Well, the Mohawk Valley wasn’t lame yesterday, but I pretty much was.  I was afraid the Mohawk Valley Garlic and Herb Festival would be too much of a crowd scene, so I stayed close to home.  I did a little yard word and discovered I have another Rose of Sharon growing some distance from the original bush, and it has a few blooms on it!  I meant to take a picture for inclusion here but, alas, forgot.  I could do it now, but the sun isn’t up yet.

The crown scene in 2018.

As for cleaning the house, I made very little progress.  I managed to write my usual Saturday post cards and walked them to the post office.

A regular stop for me.

Yes, the only picture I could find in my Media Library of Herkimer’s post office was in the wintertime, January 2019 to be exact, and it took me long enough to find that.  Anyways, after the post office I kept walking.  For one reason, I had not gone running (will I go running today?  Good question).  For another, I was low on cash, and Cliff’s Local Market (might as well give them a shout-out too; they are locally owned) has an AmeriCU ATM.  From there it was little trouble to cross the street and enjoy another tasting at Valley Wine and Liquor.  They usually have them from 1 to 4 p.m. on Saturdays.

Full disclosure: this is not what I tasted yesterday.

This is another photo from a previous event, but at least it is more recent than my previous pictures.  Additionally, it give me a chance to give another shout-out to one of my favorite local businesses, DikinDurt Distillery.

I guess this turned out to be a less lame blog post than I expected (or do I flatter myself?).  And I feel I should appreciate whatever I manage to get done these days.  Will I have any bloggable Mohawk Valley Adventures today?  Hard to say.  It is, after all, Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  But I do hope to make a blog post, and I hope you will stay tuned.

 

I Thunked and I Blogged, But Not on Thursday

OK, I fell off the daily blogger wagon yesterday, then I failed to post first thing this morning.  However, it is still a.m. according to my clock and I could perhaps manage some semblance of a blog post.  I’ve been running a few times this week, the longest run being this morning:  44 minutes and three miles!  Mind you, they were not fast miles, and the first portion of my run was quite thunky.  That was true of Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s runs as well.  However, somewhere around the 20-minute mark, I felt great!  I love running!  I can run for MILES!  Yay!

Of course these things never least, but we must treasure them when they occur.

That doesn’t look like a hill at all!

I did not run too many nor too steep hills, but I could swear the one pictured is steeper than it looks when you’re actually on it.  Well, I will run a really intimidating hill one day soon.  As I said, it wasn’t a bad run once I got into it.  I start all these runs assuring myself that I can make it a short run as long as I get out there.  Once I get going I usually talk myself into more.

After the hill pictured, I ran into the residential area behind Valley Health.  Alas, I did not see any dogs to pet.  On previous runs this week I have petted a few.  Always a good reason to stop briefly.  As I passed various sewers, I looked for Tim Curry in a clown suit.  Most of the sewers did not look big enough, but one never knows.  Yes, I know, other actors have portrayed the clown from Stephen King’s It, but I LOVE Tim Curry.

As always, I was glad that I ran.  If I get nothing else done today, I did that.  Oh dear, I hope I get something else done today.

 

A Letter at Lovely Little Falls Library

I have been meaning for a long time to start going to local libraries to write in a congenial atmosphere.  Additionally I have been meaning to go to Little Falls Public Library because midyork.org told me a particular book I wanted was there.  I finally got there today.  I did not find the book, but I found three others I would like to read.  I took them to a lovely space where I could sit and write.

I should have gotten a shot of the ceiling.

I wrote a post card to an aunt and finished a letter to a friend.  I want to write things such as novels, plays and murder mysteries, but one must write what one can.  While I wrote, I kept pausing to look at the ceiling, furnishings, and woodwork surrounding me.  Part of the library is an historic home.  I forget who lived there, but I think I knew at one time.

What a staircase for an entrance!

No admittance upstairs, which is too bad, because I would have loved to go up those stairs.  My staircase at home is so boring!

I especially like the mirror with the marble seat.

I did not get an outside shot of the library, because I would have had to cross the street to get a good one, and I wanted to be on my way.  No matter.  I will go to the library again.  I mean to make going to the library a thing, like when I lived in Rome and went to Jervis Public Library all the time.  Only now I have several local libraries I can go to.  Maybe I’ll get some of those novels, plays, and murder mysteries written after all!

Little Falls Public Library is located at 10 Waverly Place, Little Falls, NY, phone number 315-823-1542.

 

A Little Bloom, A Little Blog

In the interests of once again becoming a daily blogger, I offer a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I swoon with the back of one wrist dramatically poised to the back of my forehead, usually because I do not have a good subject to blog upon today.  If only I had a chaise lounge to swoon upon, my life would be perfect!

Please send me flowers!

I add a picture in hopes of pepping up the post.  These are some brown-eyed susans in my back yard I had meant to take a picture of sooner. These flowers came with no effort on my part, so I appreciate their presence in my back yard.

It’s the little things.

Earlier today I did a little yard work, cutting down some wild grape vines and pricker bushes.  I filled another container for green waste pick-up on Monday (I filled one for last Monday, but it was a holiday so was not picked up)  As I pulled the bin up through the back yard, I saw one little bloom.  I went back to take a picture of it this afternoon, just to include it in the blog post.

I must up my yard work game.  Then again, I must up a lot of my games:  writing, blogging, house cleaning, crochet, etc.  Well one thing at a time. I made a Sunday blog post.  I thank you for tuning in.

 

NoBLOG Oblige

That second word is pronounced Oh-bleezh.  You know, like Noblesse Oblige.  The title was suggested to me some years ago by one of my more intellectual friends.  I am finally getting around to using it.  I see that I last posted on Tuesday.  That is not as bad as I thought it was; I thought I had gone a whole week.  Still, four days without posting after a six-day streak (as counted by WordPress; I have no idea how it would go by my calendar) is not good for a would-be daily blogger.

No BLOB Oblige?

I throw in a picture to pep things up.  I have mostly been sitting around like a blob.  I wake up every morning determined to change. As the day wears on, I find I am still the same stinker.  I try to do a few things here and there, though, so maybe I can make a little progress.  Oh dear, have I written the same blog post before?  I fear so, numerous times.

He was the best adventure partner.

Here is a picture from October 2016, when I figured out how to add pictures to my blog.  That is my late, dearly missed husband Steven at Pumpkin Junction in Sauquoit.  I feel an October picture is appropriate, because today feels SO fall-like, right down to my allergies making me miserable.  Yet there is comfort in allergy misery, because I love fall.

Janus Daisy?

Looking for a third picture to round things out, this two-headed daisy caught my eye.  I look ahead and I look back.  Today I will strive to look ahead and move on with things, particularly moving on to making more substantial blog posts.

 

Still Tuesday, Still Tired

I am having a Tired Tuesday and may be able to make my blog post before it is over.  At least, it may be Wednesday already according to my WordPress timestamp; it is still Tuesday according to, I don’t know, reality?  That’s too all-encompassing.  Let’s say Herkimer, NY time.

Can you do “He loves me, he loves me not” with these?

I throw in a picture to pep things up.  These were my Black-Eyed Susans last August.  I noticed some Brown-Eyed Susans blooming near my back steps yesterday and meant to take a picture.  It is too dark now, but maybe tomorrow.  I spent a couple of ambitious days doing yard work week before last then petered out.  I do not despair of getting back out there, although any real yard and garden plans will have to wait till 2026.

Oh, OK, I’ll try again.

I mentioned this quote in a letter to my sister Diane earlier. It is from the movie Galaxy Quest in case you didn’t know. I think I was lamenting my difficulty writing, but it may have been my difficulty cleaning.  I don’t suppose it is too late, even at my age, to improve at these things.

Substitute my cell phone for the candle.

 

They do say tomorrow is another day.  Of course they also say same shit, different day. I can’t worry about these things now.  I have made some semblance of a blog post.  Now I will try for some semblance of sleep.