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Better to Have Lamed and Lost

I can’t believe I haven’t used that title before. I just searched “Posts — All Posts” and did not find it. I no longer trust WordPress for much, but what the hell. It’s a title, I’ll use it.

I don’t say I will attach much of a blog post to it, but what are you going to do, even on Lame Post Friday.

That was as far as I got on actual Friday. Now it is 1:40 Saturday morning and I thought I would take advantage of my insomnia to finish this post. Not that I have any more brains now than I did last evening. Still blog posts must be made, because they are not there. And there’s a bit of half-baked philosophy for you.

I just tried to throw in a picture to pep things up and was once again defeated. I used to be able to zip around by the month. Now it seems I can only scroll down, and my Tablet rebels before I reach 2019. I really must improve my personal computer situation.

So this is my late Friday post: one tiny nugget of philosophy tucked into a bunch of whining about not being able to make a post. Suitably lame, I trust.

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I’m No Rolling Stone

A Tired Thursday Post does not have the alliterative quality of a Tired Tuesday. But tired I am. And, quite frankly, a little tired of Throwback Thursday Posts featuring my past theatrical endeavors. I want to make NEW theatre memories! However, as the great philosopher Mick Jagger observed, you can’t always get what you want.

This is just swell! WordPress changed their configuration again, and it is WAY harder to scroll through my Media Library. Admittedly, my Tablet may be partly to blame. The result is the same. There will be no Throwback Thursday Post today.

Will there be a post at all? Well, I have typed in two paragraphs so far. Waste not, want not, I always say. If I could think up a punchy, not exactly related headline, I could call this Non-Sequitur and drive on. If only my thinking muscles were not so tired.

I Go Running

I went running today, and I was kind of proud of myself, because I have been having a hard time getting back into weekday runs. It was not a great run, weekday runs rarely are, but it was a good run. I thought in lieu of my usual Tired Tuesday Post, I would attempt a Running Commentary.

I walked to work yesterday and today. I try to do that most of the time, so that the days I don’t run, at least I get some exercise. Monday was cold, but today felt like spring. Actually, today the walk home kind of annoyed me, because the jacket that felt good in the a.m. was way to warm for the p.m. I may have to start shivering in the a.m.

I wore shorts and short sleeves, which I found pretty awesome. I ran on a few sidewalks, where they were mostly bare and dry. I did not run very fast. I did not run very far, although I went longer than the 20 minutes I require of myself on these Just-To-Keep-My-Feet-In Runs.

I passed a few pedestrians. I asked a man pulling a wagon and a woman pushing a stroller for a ride. They laughed but turned me down. I complimented a lady on her cute little dog. I would love to get another dog, but I don’t think I will be able to.

I just noticed I began every paragraph in this post with “I.” How egotistical of me. Then again, this is a personal blog. I could go back and edit, but Tired Tuesday is starting to kick in. I will try to keep my ego in check for Wuss-Out Wednesday. As always, I hope you’ll tune in.

Relax! It’s Tired Tuesday!

I don’t know why I thought I might not have a Tired Tuesday Post. I went to work, I came home. How much chance did I have for any Mohawks Valley Adventures? I guess I did not expect to be SO tired. And yet here I am.

Does he look comfy?

I searched my Media Library for an image depicting tired. The best I could find was this skeleton that looks like he’s lounging in a hammock. Kind of sort of.

I would like to go upstairs and do a bit of lounging myself, but I’d like to finish some semblance of a blog post first. I wonder what else I can find in my Media Library.

Here’s some leisure wear!

I figured I could find a picture of my feet relaxing. I guess this is not the most seasonal shot, but it will have to do. Alas, I am too tired to search for more shots.

Things are getting quite discouraging for me. Am I really too tired for these things? Or too lazy? Is it perhaps time for me to admit that this whole writing idea has been a mere fantasy all this time? That I don’t really have what it takes? SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!

Oh, don’t listen to me whine (a Freudian slip: at first I spelled it “wine”). I get this way sometimes. I will probably feel better tomorrow, and I will once again put pen to paper. Or stylus to Tablet, as the case may be. Happy Tuesday, everyone.

The Plan Fails

I am having a difficult time writing lately. I guess I have said that before. How embarrassing to keep repeating myself. I KNOW the usual advice is Just Write. Sorry, friends, but sometimes that advice just does not work for me.

I usually have the plan to write on my break and lunch at work. In pursuit of that end, I did not put a book or any puzzles in my bag. I am especially fond of anacrostics and cryptogtams; I had to discipline myself to do this blog post before picking one up before making this blog post. All I had to amuse myself on break was a notebook. I would have to write!

As it happened, I could not even write a letter (by my rules for me, any writing counts). I tried. I slogged out a few paragraphs. It sucked. After staring I to space for a few minutes, during which time my brain could not settle on a thought, I turned a page in my notebook and wrote the following:

OK, I am trying to write and very few words are forthcoming. I think I will not put my puzzle book in my bag so I will HAVE to write, but apparently that trick does not work. And it is all very well to say, “Just make yourself do it.” I can’t make words magically appear in my head and then come out my pen. It is very discouraging, and quite the waste of time.

So I guess this is my whiny Tired Tuesday Post about not being able to write a blog post. I think I will make a new plan to first find something to write about. Maybe I could come up with a list. In the meantime, maybe a nice cryptogram puzzle.

All I have for my Saturday Evening Blog Post (You, know, like Saturday Evening Post, only I stuck in Blog) is a few pictures of a great big icicle hanging off my roof.

Can you see how big it is?

Steven noticed it earlier this week and warned me not to park my car directly underneath it. Naturally I wanted to take a picture but did not get a chance till much later.

Can you tell?

I had gone out to meet my friend Kim and when I got home I paused for a few shots. I got one where you can see it is at least as long as a window.

I stood in the road to get that one.

iI suppose it does not make much of a blog post, but at least I find it more amusing than yet another post about Not Making a Blog Post Today. I hope at least for tomorrow I can make at least some semblance of a Post. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

Nothing Lame For Me To Do

Regular readers know that however many foolish posts I may have during the week, I almost always have Lame Post Friday. This week, it is kind of a necessity, because I ain’t got much. All week pretty much all I have done is go to work and come home. Not much to blog about.

On the one hand, it is good to be gainfully employed. Furlough is not much fun. Being laid off is less so. I know I am blessed to have found a job as quickly as I did. So anybody gearing up for a round of Just-Be-Grateful-That can stand down.

That is one of my pet peeves, by the way. Sometimes one just wants to bitch. We do not want someone bleating at us, “Just be grateful you have a job” on the days your job sucks. Or “Just be grateful you have a car” when the damn thing breaks down or the defrost doesn’t work. “Just be grateful you have indoor plumbing” when you just spent the morning plunging the toilet. “Just be grateful you’re the murderer not the murderee” when you are trying to dispose of a body.

You see what I mean.

One thing I am always truly grateful for, without being reminded to be, is that people read my blog. Happy Friday, everyone.

Another Wine-y Post

Today was (is) National Drink Wine Day. I heard that on the news this morning, as did a number of my co-workers.

“Just to clarify,” I asked, “It is not Gluck Down The Whole Bottle At One Sitting Day, correct?”

A co-worker said she felt there should be no judgement. A kind, insightful woman,

No, I am not glucking down bottles but merely enjoying a glass. I only mention the fact because, well, this is my blog post and I don’t have a whole lot else to talk about. Judge me if you are so inclined.

Regular readers (if I still have any) know I have been having a difficult time lately, writing or doing almost anything else. I go through these patches. For the most part I keep making daily blog posts, because that is what I do. Sometimes they are whiny. Sometimes they are about wine. Some of them I label Non-sequitur Thursday, hit Publish, and drive on.

Oh Crap, I Forgot to Make a Blog Post!

I was sitting here feeling relieved, because I just emailed out this month’s submissions to Mohawk Valley Living magazine. Oh, was that an effort! I am plagued by sinus headaches or something (I am no hand at self-diagnosis). All I want to do is go to bed.

There’s a thought!

I saved this a while ago. Actually, I think what I want most is to pour myself into bed. I think I will institute a new feature: Misbegotten Monday. It is for when things are even worse than Wuss-Out Wednesday.

As a Rule, I Make a Blog Post

I was wondering whether to address the three days I missed recently, a rather unbecoming performance for one who aims to be a daily blogger. One school of thought goes, least said, soonest mended. This is, of course, a school of thought I rarely follow. When have I ever said the least? I always talk too much!

Additionally, I have several times proved that even when sick, I can usually manage a word or two. They are usually whiny words about how I cannot possibly make a blog post that day, but let us not dwell on such unflattering reflections. However, it seems to prove that I CHOOSE whether or not to post.

Therefore, it seems I cannot excuse my non blogging days by saying, “I couldn’t post, I was sick!” Apparently I could have posted. I CHOSE not to. I say, that is perfectly fine with me. I CHOSE not to post, because I felt ill and chose to take care of myself.

There is a school of thought that says we writers must write no matter what. If we take a day off due to ill health or whatever reason, we are not real writers.

Who makes up these rules? Who arbitrates that we must follow? I do not know. In any case, I am over 200 words. As regular readers know, I call that respectable. That is by my rules for me. I would be interested to hear comments about what others think about my (and other) rules, as well as what rules they follow for themselves.