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By the Way, It’s Raining Again

Oh dear, I have the Type It In Backspace It Out Disease.  However, I want to make a blog post, so let us see what I can come up with.

I loves me some dark clouds, yes!

I took this picture of the sky outside my house while waiting for my friend, Kim, to pick me up.  We have had an off and on rainy day.  I felt a few sprinkles when running this morning and heard a downpour earlier this afternoon.  I got the front lawn mowed before the downpour, so that was one thing in my favor.

Not quite pumpkin time yet, but…

Kim and I had a nice lunch at Salvatore’s in Herkimer, NY.  This is a picture from October 2019.  They do not have the fall decor yet, but I hope to see it soon!

A more recent picture.

This is not a picture from today, nor yet a picture from Salvatore’s.  But it is my friend, Kim, having a glass of wine, so I feel it is apropos.

Also not a recent shot.

I went through my Media Library looking for another picture to share and found another shot of storm clouds moving in.  I do so love a thunder storm!  Perhaps we will get one tonight, and I will have a chance to watch a scary movie!

In the meantime,  I am over 200 words.  Phew!  I’ll see what I can come up with tomorrow, on Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  Or will I have a Severed Head Sunday?  A little suspense adds interest to my evening.

 

By the Way, I’m Watching Snapped

It is that moment on a Sunday when I have to make a blog post or miss a day.  That is why I call it Wrist to Forehead Sunday, when I would prefer to swoon upon a handy chaise lounge, dramatically posed, because it is all Just Too Much.  We all know I am something of a drama queen.  I embrace it.

I have not personally reached my own breaking point, I hope.

It has not been an especially heinous Sunday.  The temperature is too warm for my liking, but you’ll have that in August.  I have Snapped on the television and a glass of wine handy, which a Facebook meme assures me is appropriate for the day.

But this is how I feel.

Here is my skeleton Bonita, striking a dramatic pose.  Looking at her, I wonder if I should not go back on the South Beach Diet.  Points to ponder.

Don’t whine! Wine!

This is obviously not August, as I am far too warmly dressed.  However, I thought I would include a cheerier picture.  I don’t spend my entire Sunday swooning around, lamenting the imminent return of Monday.  For one reason, I am grateful I have a job to go to tomorrow, so just don’t start with me, you Just Be Thankful Thats (you know who you are)!

In any case, I see I am over 200 words.  Happy Sunday, everyone!

 

It’s a Mystery on Lame Post Friday

Today I was not feeling well and decided to take the day off.  I already had the day off work, so it was only a matter of letting myself off the hook regarding household chores.  I had already mowed the back lawn when I decided, so I can comfort myself with the thought that at least I did something.   A day off blogging, however, is a much more serious proposition, especially on Lame Post Friday.

I would love to be at such a cocktail hour.

Earlier today, we watched Evil Under the Sun, a star studded Agatha Christie romp.  In fact, that is how I expressed it to Steven when I suggested a movie, “I could get into a star studded Agatha Christie romp.”  I do love a good old movie, especially one featuring the divine Maggie Smith.

Since the movie, I have been looking at regular television in a rather desultory fashion.  At least I have gotten some crocheting done.

One of my favorite movie couples.

Here is a scene from another Agatha Christie adaptation we recently viewed, Witness for the Prosecution.  Although the cast includes Charles Laughton, Else Lanchester, Tyrone Power, and Marlene Dietrich, it is not a star studded Agatha Christie romp.  Nonetheless, it is an excellent movie, directed by Billy Wilder.

 

Who killed Benny the Bootlegger?

This was not an Agatha Christie,  but it was definitely a romp and we like to feel it is star studded.  It is the LiFT,  Little Falls Theatre Company, production of the interactive murder mystery, Rubbed Out at Ruby’s.  Regular readers may remember that it was written by me.  Do I flatter myself by including my mystery in a post about Agatha Christie?   I daresay I do.  Then again, a healthy ego is an asset for writers and actors.  Happy Friday, everyone!

 

A Productive Lame Post Friday

This is my last weekday off till Labor Day, since I return to work from my latest furlough on Monday.  I spent a good part of the day running here and there to research an article I hope to write for Mohawk Valley Living magazine. I thought I could write a whole blog post about my gyrations.  I have a number of pictures I can share.  However, as the evening wears on, I feel increasingly less inclined to do so.

Then again, it is Lame Post Friday.  How about if I share some of the pictures but do not worry if there are not as many words.  Oh, who am I kidding?  Once I start sharing the pictures, I ought to come up with plenty of words.

I love research.

My first stop was the Oneida County History Center in Utica.  They were very helpful.  While there, I realized that some of the pottery I was researching was on display at Fountain Elms, part of Munson Williams Proctor Institute.  Accordingly,  I headed back down Genessee Street.

Mmmm… beer steins.

I did not stay there long, although I was tempted to grab a bite at their Cafe.  Next time, I hope!  Instead, I took a drive to Little Falls, to Showcase Antiques.  First I did stop for a bite at Ann Street Deli.  I was hungry and needed a pick-me-up!

One photo of many.

I found the particular display I was looking for and had a delightful conversation with one of the owners.  I also looked all around the shop and took a few pictures unrelated to my project at hand.

How could I not take a picture of Schulz and Dooley?

It was a productive and enjoyable day.  Now I have a lot more writing to do.  It should be fun.  In the meantime,  Happy Friday, everyone!

 

I Know! We’ll Blame it on the Weather!

This was actually not the illustration I was looking for.

It is not Writer’s Block; it is Writer’s Blank.  I can pick up a pen (or a stylus as the case may be) and produce words, but they are not the words I want.  When I try to think of characters, scenes, plot… nothing.

Yet I must persevere.

This isn’t it either, but what the hell, it is Tuesday.

I knew I could at least manage a Tired Tuesday Post.  I have been trying to abide by my rule of Any Writing Counts, but so far it has not been working out well.  Today I only made some notes in the TV Journal.  Yesterday I managed a couple of cards, before that a letter.  However, when I put pen to paper and attempt fiction, nothing.

THIS is the one I was looking for!

I really did put pen to paper and try.  I feel this is important.  There are many times (and I feel sure I am not the only one here) when I feel so discouraged, I do not even try.  I will, of course, try again.

In the meantime,  this is yet another blog post about not writing.  I wonder if I can’t find one more illustration, for your amusement and mine.

Me not be dramatic? Dream on!

Perhaps the hot humid weather is to blame for my malaise.  Most likely it is, as usual, operator error.  However, I shall try again tomorrow.  Sooner or later I hope to meet with success.

 

Not Much Writing on Wuss-out Wednesdsy

I am afraid this is going to be a bad blogging week.  I did not mean to make a Wuss-out Wednesday Post, and yet, here we are.  I went on a long run this morning.  Perhaps that is what took it out of me.  I did a few household chores, wrote a letter, and wrote a little bit on my novel.

Here’s a thing:  as I started to write on my novel,  I thought, “What is with this not writing?  All I have to do is write!  Just put the pen to paper and write!”  Of course the pen petered out shortly after that.  And the part I left out was how much I had to bestir my brain to start that first sentence.

What I find is that if I say to myself, “OK, just write,”  not much happens.  If I think of a scene — for example, what if something freaky happens to Olivia in a dark alley? —  I can often come up with something.

OK, you may say (you know who you are), so just think of a scene.  It is these glib bits of advice that make writers like me tear our hair out.

Me with my hair torn out.

Just kidding.  Regular readers know my bald has nothing to do with my frustration.  I am not even sure I would call it frustration.  In fact, I think I will try to follow the above mentioned glib advice:  just think of a scene.  I will let you know how it works out.

In the meantime, sorry about another lame blog post.  I’ll try for something better tomorrow.

 

I Need More Effort On My Blog Posts

Regulat readers know, Tired Tuesday often follows Monstrous Monday.  The reason I am tired today is that I expended great effort cleaning my living room.  It may perhaps have called for less effort had I not waited so long to do a real cleaning.  What can I say?  I can cry that I waited too long, or smile because I finally did it.

Oh, look at me, trying to avoid judgement for my laziness!  All right, I accept judgement and hang my head in shame.  For one reason, I am too tired to defend myself.

The sad thing is, my living room does not lend itself to pictures as readily as my yard.  I could not work in my yard today, because it rained ALL DAY.  I think it just now stopped.

Obviously prior to cleaning.

This isn’t the picture I thought it was!  But it does show a portion of my living room.  Most of the stuff you see has been moved, so this area is not nearly as cluttered.  Hmmm… I think it is a little boring.  I will share another picture after I make some improvements.

This is obviously prior to said improvements.

Here is the picture I was looking for!  I believe this shows the normal eclectic nature of my life.  Yes, I am a mess.  But I am an interesting mess.  I hope.

In any case, I am over 200 words.  Happy Tuesday!

 

Monsters, Don’t Fail Me Now!

Hello and welcome to Monstrous Monday.  I am really out of words this evening, so let me start right out with a monster.

Scary creature, check. Scantily clad woman, check.

This monster looks familiar to me, but I am not sure I have ever seen the movie, although since it is directed by Roger Corman, I feel sure I would like it.  I’d like to watch more old, cheesy horror movies, but my husband, Steven, is less often in the mood.

It’s not too monstrous yet, but wait.

Here is a shot from another Roger Corman flick which I have enjoyed on numerous viewings: Little Shop of Horrors.  I have never seen the musical stage play, but I disliked the movie musical.  However, to each his own, as the old lady said when she kissed the cow.

You should have known we’d get around to him.

Here is my favorite,  Nosferatu.  He’s scary!

Somebody’s hungry!

And here is the delightful natural monster from JAWS.  I suppose it is obvious by now that all I am capable of doing today is posting pictures and typing a few words about them.  If I did not have this obsession with making my blog posts at least 200 words long, I would be done by now.

I thought I might as well throw in a cute one.

One more monster put me over the top!  The cup he is in commemorates the last murder mystery we did for the Herkimer County Historical Society, Fabulous and Fatal.  Perhaps I should write a murder mystery featuring monsters.  That would be worth a blog post.

 

Typing Away on Slacker Saturday

Oh dear, I have the type-it-in-backspace-it-out disease.  I have not been afflicted with that in a while.  This is only going to be a Slacker Saturday Post anyways, so I will just keep typing and hope for the best (as Truman Capote once said, “That’s not writing, that’s typing”).

I went for an extra long run this morning up a kick-butt hill. I actually felt pretty good afterwards, although my knees hurt abominably when going up and down stairs for at least an hour.  I must do some knee-strengthening exercises.  My Mom told me a few.  I hope I can remember what they were.

I wrote some post cards but did not get around to walking them to the post office till it was too hot for me to enjoy the walk.  I had seen a garage sale on Facebook so decided to drive to the post office then to the sale.

On the way to the sale, I passed another sale.  I stopped at that one afterwards.  All I bought at the first one was a glass of lemonade.  At the second I found a cute Halloween decoration, and I petted a puppy.  Yay!

Back home, I wrote a little on my novel and watched television.  Not at the same time.  Now I am relaxing on the deck with my husband and enjoying the cool of the evening (when everything is gettin’ kind of groovy) (no, wait, that’s something else).  Happy Saturday, everyone!

 

Letter, Local, and Leisure on Lame Post Friday

This was actually a while ago.

I’ve been scrolling through my Media Library,  looking for a photo suitable for Lame Post Friday.  The above was not taken on a Friday, but it was at the End Zone Pub and Grub in Herkimer,  where I stopped in for a drink earlier.  I wore my mask and maintained social distance,  which you see my friends did not need to do on the earlier occasion.

My toenails are a different color now.

Here is another older picture, but it depicts my leisurely posture today.  Yes, I am striving to get useful things done while on furlough, but sometimes I like to relax.  So sue me.  I wrote some on my novel, wrote a letter to a friend, walked with said letter to the post office, and supported a local business to the tune of one drink.  Have I perhaps not earned my leisure?  Discuss amongst yourselves.

Yes, this is the place.

I have gone here a few times recently, as well as going today, following all the recommended protocols.  As I have said, I try to walk the thin line between keeping my germs to myself and supporting local businesses.

Full disclosure: I do not remember where this is.

Ah, here is a crystal ball, which you are welcome to look into and tell me what the future will bring.  Perhaps less lame blog posts from yours truly?  Let us not ask for miracles.