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Is My Brain On Planet Arous?

What a comfort Monstrous Monday is.  I don’t have to think very hard.  I just have to share monster pictures and type a few words (once again referring to Truman Capote: “That’s not writing, that’s typing”).

Be still, my heart.

I begin with my favorite,  Nosferatu.  Full disclosure: I rarely watch the 1922 movie, because it is difficult to watch a silent movie and knit or crochet.  I hope I have not lost all horror cred with some of my readers.

Me neither, Dude!

This is what I should have led with!  I think the Monster says it all!

And I thought I had a dirty job!

Here is a nice atmospheric shot.  Check out the ghoul on the right!  Who’s he?

This is what I need!

No, here is the picture I should have led with: The Brain From Planet Arous.  Regular readers know I like to share this guy when I feel I have no brain myself.

So it seems today is long on pictures and short on words.  This is because, as I just mentioned, I am short on brains.  These things happen.  I’ll try for something better on Tired Tuesday.

 

W is for Wuss-out

Sorry, kids, it’s going to be a Wuss-out Wednesday Post.  I got my articles submitted to Mohawk Valley Living magazine and I seem to be done.  But I cannot be entirely done, because I will make some semblance of a blog post.

I have not murdered a weed in a while.

I just scrolled through my Media Library looking for something beginning with a W.  I made my Weed Murderer using a recipe I Googled.  The main ingredient was white vinegar, which I am currently unable to find in a gallon jug.  Hence, the unmurdered weeds in the cracks in my sidewalk and driveway.

Cheers to you, too!

For another W, here is my friend Kim with a glass of wine.  It is Sweet Little Blonde from Rustic Ridge Winery in Burlington Flats, NY.  She is drinking it at Heelpath Brewing Company in Frankfort.  Just to sneak in a little local.

Today was actually not as hot as expected.

How about the Wicked Witch of the West for a plethora of W’s?  This Look For The W’s game is fun!

I personally am a writing monster.

After the Witch, W’s got a little scarce in the old Media Library.  However, it seems appropriate to end on Writer.  I will strive henceforth to NOT be the non-writing kind.

 

I Still Call Myself a Blogger

Have I crashed and burned after my second 15K in a week?  I fear ’tis true.  I managed a Monstrous Monday Post two days ago, then went to bed after a couple of attempts last night.  I added the pictures I took Sunday to my Media Library, but once again, words are not forthcoming.

So here I am, early Wednesday morning, making a quick silly post, so I can still call myself a daily blogger.  Oh, I know, people can call themselves anything.  It doesn’t mean other people will believe you.  For example, I tried to change my name to Zsa-zsa back in 1989.  It didn’t catch on.  In the army, people called me Q, eventually Sgt. Q.  In civilian life, not so much.  Oh, and in the mid-80’s, I invited folks to call me Amaretto Vetrone.  Few availed themselves of the invitation.

Well, I guess I’ve taken care of the silly part of the post.

I have been doing some small bits of writing these days.  As I sit here pecking out these words, I think, “Hell yeah, I can write.”  It’s like running, all you have to do is do it, but you have to do it.  If you see what I mean.

 

Busy Day Before 15K

I had a pretty good Scattered Saturday.  I had to be careful not to overdo it, because I might be running 15K again tomorrow.  I believe I mentioned the mini-maker at Copper City Brewing in Rome, NY Sept. 13.  Even though I ran my official Virtual Boilermaker last Sunday, I am signed up for the run in Rome.  I messaged Copper City and offered to act as a volunteer instead, if they needed another one.  In any case, I will be up early in the morning and off to Rome.

With a possible 15K in mind, I took a short run this morning.  On my cool-down walk, I stopped at a neighbor’s house, where they were setting up a garage sale.  They did not mind me taking a sneak preview.

Before garage saling, however, I had other chores to do.  I put a load of laundry in the wash and wrote a few post cards.  After the laundry was in the drier, I headed to Richfield Springs Community Food Cooperative, where I planned to have a cup of coffee and write.

Note to self: try to get a better picture.

For a picture of the Co-op, this shows a nice view of the opposite side of the street.  After that pleasant interlude, I went back home to Herkimer to consider further options. I went to two neighborhood garage sales, where I made a few fun purchases.  Then I decided to walk to Main Street to the Mohawk Valley Community Market, which includes Renewed and Rescued, and Wakefield Furniture.

Unfortunately,  it was close to their closing time when I got there.  I went across the street to the End Zone Pub and Grub for a beer.  When I was in the army, a drill sergeant said it was a good idea to have one beer the night before a PT test.  YES, I had just one beer!

Now I am home and taking it easy before my big day tomorrow.  I had a bowl of pasta and I am hydrating.  Am I better prepared to run 15K than I was last week at this time?  I don’t know.  However, I had an enjoyable Saturday and I am looking forward to Sunday.

 

I’m Afraid It’s Lame Post Friday

I made it through the week and contemplate the weekend with trepidation.  Is that the right word?  I usually try not to be so cowardly.  But I must be having a craven moment, because I just backspaced those two sentences out.  I restored them with the “edit undo” button.  I must not be afraid to admit when I am feeling scared.

So that was my first lame paragraph from this week’s Lame Post Friday post. I am tired, and I am having a bad writing week.  There, I admitted it.  At lunch time at work, as I sat cravenly doing a cryptogram puzzle instead of writing, I said, “I have got to get my act together.”  My co-workers agreed, saying that they had meant to mention that to me.  I can always count on my co-workers.

I don’t think I ever gave him a name.

I wanted to throw in a picture, to pep things up, and this one caught my eye.  He is currently lurking by me garage.  I don’t know where I will put him next.

This is where he used to lurk in the front yard, under Frankentree.

These are appropriate pictures for today, because the one thing I accomplished was to mow the front lawn.  It was in shade for the most part, so that was good.

Mmmmm… coffee…

This is the coffee cup I used this morning.  This would normally be the weekend for the Mohawk Valley Garlic and Herb Festival in Little Falls.  Alas!  One more thing to look forward to in 2021, I hope.  Oh dear.  I cannot end on such a sad note.  Can I find a cheerful picture?

Maybe I could look like this if I went on a really strict diet.

Here is a cheerful thought: COVID or not, I can decorate my porch for Halloween!  That will also make a good blog post!  As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

 

Words Are Not Forthcoming

I thought of that title earlier, when I was working on a letter to a friend.  I feel it is quite pathetic to be unable even to write a letter.

Eventually I turned to a new page in my notebook (yes, a spiral-bound paper notebook with a pen) and actually wrote something.  One word followed another and I soon had almost a whole page, front and back.  Was it any good?  I can’t tell.  What I can tell is that I need to get a better grip on this novel I am allegedly writing.

Full disclosure:  I am having difficulty in maintaining my grip at all these days.  Yesterday at work I spent a good part of the day telling people I was at the end of my rope.  A poster back in the ’70’s (it may have been an Argus poster, remember those?) said that if you get to the end of your rope, you should tie a knot and hang on.  I think you should swing.  It is fun to swing on a rope.  Or, if you are feeling vindictive, you could make a noose and go after whoever drove you to the end of the rope.  Just to threaten!  I am not recommending murder!

Well, that brings me over 200 words.  I’m going to call it Wuss-out Wednesday and drive on.  I am still working on the post about my Virtual Boilermaker 15K.  I trust eventually words will be forthcoming.

 

Tired But Running And Posting

I just sat at my laptop and typed in 444 words of a blog post.  There are more words to be written, but I could not write them today.  Judge me if you are so inclined.  I am having a Tired Tuesday.

This is me tired.

I do not look like this right now, at least not the hair-do or outfit.  It is me after I ran a Virtual 5K to benefit the Little Falls Food Pantry.  I must have written a blog post about it, since the picture is in my Media Library.   My facial expression might be similar, because I am still recovering from running my Virtual Boilermaker 15K on Sunday.  That is what the 444 words were about.

This is me all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed before the run.

Is “bright-eyed and bushy-tailed”  a cliche or an acceptable idiom?  Or is it a retro expression which adds color to the post?  I fear it is the least flattering option.

I went running this afternoon, thus making a traditional Running Commentary Post a possibility.  My main comment is that my legs felt pretty awful to begin with and pretty terrific at the end.  I like to remember these things, because it is motivation to keep running!

In the meantime,  I shall continue to work on the post about my 15K.  Additionally,  I still hope to run the Mini- Maker at Copper City Brewing in Rome on Sunday Sept. 13.  As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

 

Media Library, Can You Help Me Now?

Hello, and welcome to another Slacker Saturday.  The only remotely useful thing I did today was a run of just over an hour.  I went on to feel discouraged as I got on Facebook to see numerous posts by people who had run their Virtual Boilermaker 15K, most of them in well under two hours.  Of course I was happy for and impressed by these people.  But I feel… unworthy.

My plan is to run the mini maker at Copper City Brewing in Rome next Sunday.  I hope they are not too impatient with me.  I rear I will be an elephant amongst gazelles.

But never mind my running problems.  I need to make a blog post, and I have done very little that is blog-worthy today.  Yes, I suppose I could do another Running Commentary Post.  Only I really do not feel like revisiting this morning’s thunk-fest.

My favorite!

When in doubt, throw in a picture.  I did not include Nosferatu in my Non-Sequitur Thursday Post,  but I noticed him in my Media Library just now and said, “Ooh!”

Now some people may say that if a blogger has not much to say, she might like to refrain from making a blog post that day.  I found a pat answer for that, also in my Media Library:

Kafka knew from insanity.

That is my problem!  I am not writing enough!  I know, some of you are looking at this post and quoting Truman Capote: “That’s not writing,  that’s typing.”  How literary of you.

Is this the monster Kafka was talking about?

Writing or typing, I am over 250 words.  I call that respectable.  Happy Saturday,  my friends!

 

Not Much Brain, But I Love My Monsters!

I am too tired for anything but a Monstrous Monday Post.  Yes, this is often the case on a Monday.  Perhaps I party too heartily on the weekends.  Then again, at my age, I believe I should be congratulated for partying in any degree.  If you do not agree, go ahead and judge me.  I will somehow survive.

Do you suppose she is judging him?

Here is one of my favorite shots from one of my favorite movies, The Brain That Wouldn’t Die.  I should be able to give such a withering side eye!

“Was somebody looking for a brain?”

Ah, here is the appropriate monster for a day like today, The Brain From Planet Arous.  I love to share this picture on days when I feel I have little or no brain myself.  Unfortunately,  I seem to experience those days more and more lately.

“I thought you were looking for me.”

I also wanted to share a picture of my all time favorite,  Nosferatu.  I confess to having a lot of favorite monsters and movies.  I love different ones for different reasons.  Well, why should I limit my enjoyment?  I choose instead to spread my love around!

After all, a boy’s best friend is his mother.

Speaking of love, I close with this sweet picture.  Full disclosure:  I am not all that familiar with this series of movies.  Perhaps at some future date.  In the meantime, Happy Monday!

 

Would Svengoolie Like My Container Garden?

He is fine, yes!

So far the highlight of my day was watching a DVR’d episode of Svengoolie.  How I went so many years of my life without this show… Oh well, I can watch it now.

However, I do not mean to make my blog post about Svengoolie, nor yet Snapped, which I have also been enjoying this Sunday.  Still, I have mentioned them.  Will that qualify this as a Non-Sequitur Sunday Post?  I hope so.

Svengoolie, Snapped and Susan!

When I began to realize I had almost nothing to say on a blog post, I went outside to take a picture of my Brown-eyed Susans, which are still growing prolifically.  I put the bucket in front of them earlier to prop them up, as they had begun to droop.  I guess it is a little unsightly.  I’ll have to come up with something else .

Pretty!

Next I went put front for a shot of my Johnny Jump-ups.  Aren’t they doing well?  I took another picture while I was at it.

An unknown plant.

You can’t really see this one very well.  I have no idea what it is, but it started growing where my peonies were after I cut them down.  I decided to let it live.  I’ll let you know if it amounts to anything.

I can only eat so much pesto, after all.

Back on the deck, I got a shot of my put of control basil.  I have not made as good use of it as I may have.  I wonder if I can dry it and use it this winter.

Not the most visually appealing display.

I took a picture of a couple other plants that were doing well.  My container garden is not as beautiful as I would like.  If I swept the deck and rearranged the pots, it would help.  However, as it becomes increasingly obvious that I will host no gatherings in the foreseeable future, I have become discouraged.

However, one must not give in to discouragement.  On the brighter side, I made my Sunday Post on Sunday.  And it wasn’t a Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  I’m going to call that a win.