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Not Monstrous, Mental

I am enjoying a little ten-fingered typing to make my Wuss-out Wednesday post early on Thursday morning (not really too early; I’ve been awake almost two hours). I was too depressed to make a post last night. I hesitated for a long time (the almost two hours I’ve been up, plus a few wakeful hours in the night) before making yet another post about my depression, but at last the desire to be a daily blogger overcame my reluctance.

One big reason I hesitate to blog about my depression is that my mother reads my blog. I don’t like her to worry about me. In general (all these blog posts notwithstanding), I do not like to talk about my depression to all and sundry. Of course I do, more than I should, because I am quite the garrulous sort in addition to being pretty much All About Me. But I realize it is the wrong thing to do. For one reason, it is tiresome, and I prefer to be amusing. For another, it does not always help. Sometimes it is better to seek out professional help.

Which brings me to where I am at this morning. I feel it would be a good idea for me to reach out for help. Only I do not know where to go. I know there are 800 numbers I can call, but I prefer face to face counseling. I don’t like to talk on the phone much. However, in these COVID times, phone counseling may be all that is available. Another consideration is that my health benefits from my job are just now kicking in. I do not know what, if anything, they cover mental health-wise. I guess these are all problems that have an answer, if only I bestir myself to seek it.

And that brings me back to overcoming my reluctance to blog more about my depression. I thought to myself, perhaps I can share my journey back to mental health. Would that be too tiresome and All About Me? As I type this, I feel reluctance to hit Publish. Am I selling my psyche for a blog post? It could be. On the other hand, I am over 350 words. That is pretty good for a Wuss-out Wednesday, I think.

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.

Not Too Tired for Monsters

I went from feeling too damn tired to make a blog post to thinking I could just about manage a Monstrous Monday Post. Will I be entertaining? Will I find other pictures from the same ones I have used many times? No promises.

Everybody should have such a tree.

I looked far back in my Media Library to find the first monsters I ever shared. This delightful display was at Pumpkin Junction in Sauquoit, NY, a wonderful place to visit in October. I first shared the picture in October 2016, when I first started putting pictures in the blog.

But she looks so sweet!

Here is another shot from October 2016. This lovely lady graces my own front porch. She did not make it down from the attic in 2020, but it was kind of a bad year.

Would you kick him out for eating crackers in bed?

I wanted to include a movie monster and naturally picked my favorite, Nosteratu. He always manages to cheer me up. Full disclosure: This has not been a very good Monday. But I guess it’s up to me to see that Tuesday is a little better. Will my blog post be better? I hope you’ll all tune in and see.

A Few Movies, A Short Blog Post: This Is My Sunday

Will it be Wrist to Forehead Sunday or Sunday Cinema? Time will tell. Time certainly is a blabbermouth (I made that one up myself).

Delightfully creepy.

We began with Mad Love, which I DVR’d recently. It is a psychological thriller, very atmospheric.

He’s so fine.

Next we moved on to Columbo. Alas, it was the last episode we have on DVD. I would like to have the entire collection, eventually.

I moved on to a cheesy selection from our collection Attack of the Killer B’s, Night Fright. This is not to be confused with Fright Night, which I have never seen but I believe is from the ’80’s and stars Chris Sarandon (I am far too lazy to look it up). Alas, I could not find a proper illustration. Then I suggested a DVR’d episode of Svengoolie, The Invisible Man, 1933, starring Claude Rains, directed by James Whale.

He’s mad, I tell you!

I’m afraid I do not have any entertaining observations to make about my cinematic selections, hence my Wrist to Forehead Sunday. I enjoyed watching them, so there’s that (that is one of my favorite expressions, “so there’s that”). As always, I can strive for a better blog post tomorrow. Happy Sunday, all.

Any Excuse for a Good Time!

I have been trying to support my local businesses lately. Or is that just my handy excuse for going out and having a good time? In either case, we had a good time this afternoon at the End Zone Pub and Grub in Herkimer, NY.

We wore our masks in, and put them back on if we left our seats. They have their barstools spaced the required six feet apart, but Steve and I were allowed to move ours closer together, since we are of the same household.

Steve and our delightful bartender.

We drank some wine and ate French fries and boneless chicken wings. I feared I would regret consuming deep fried stuff, both from an upset tummy and weight gain aspects, but, yum.

Our friend Kim joined us. Brianna, the bartender, saved her our mini wine bottles. Kim recently started making trolls using them.

She’s so creative.

I’ll have to get a few shots of the finished product. In the meantime, I am happy to contribute to Kim’s creative endeavors with my cabernet consumption. Or is that another handy excuse?

I Should Have Listened to Al

This morning on Today, Al Roker was doing some feature about taking a walk. I did not get to see it, because I had to get to work, but I thought, “What a great idea! I’ll go for a walk after work and make a Pedestrian Post!”

Alas, I did not.

However blog post must be made, meaning, as usual, mine by me. Additionally, it is Lame Post Friday, so the bar is not high for a respectable post. Perhaps I could share a few pictures of walks I have previously taken. It could be a Flingback Friday, to follow my Throwback Thursday. Is flingback a word? My autocorrect seems to think so.

A great view for a number of reasons.

When I went running on Wednesday, I ran by my beloved Herkimer Historic Four Corners. The above is a shot of the 1834 Jail. This is where Roxalana Druse spent what she said were the best two years of her life, waiting to be hung after murdering her husband. Regular readers may remember I played Druse in the play Roxy at Ilion Little Theatre in 2015.

Or I could have gone uphill.

This is upper Main Street in Herkimer, a hill I sometimes run up. I’m afraid not lately, but I am ever hopeful of improvement.

I personally am looking forward to snow free sidewalks.

I was over 200 words before this, but I like to use three pictures. I took the recently when I was walking home from work. Plowing through the snow burns more calories than prancing down bare sidewalks. However, you can have too much of a good thing.

Can I have too many blog posts? I hope not. Happy Friday, everyone!

Will I Ever Kill Again?

I am making a Throwback Thursday Post and I do not care if I throw back to something I have revisited several times. There is always the chance I will think of something new to say about it.

I was more lush than luscious.

This is me as Ruby VanRensaeleer, who may or may not have murdered Benny the Bootlegger. I have many times alluded to Rubbed Out at Ruby’s, the interactive murder mystery I wrote for LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company, in 2017. I can’t help it. It is such a delightful memory, and I so miss doing theatre, especially murder mysteries.

Another fabulous group of suspects.

This was the cast of Engaged To Be Murdered, presented in association with Ilion Little Theatre. It was the last time I did not act in a murder mystery. After that, if I write it, I am going to be in it!

No, THIS is a fabulous group of suspects!

Here is an action shot from the performance of Fabulous and Fatal, the drag queen murder mystery we did for the Herkimer County Historical Society.

I guess I have not found too much new to say, but I think I have selected different pictures from the ones I usually share. My Thowback Thursdays often involve theatre memories, but, after all, drama is my life! (I say it with gestures.) I can only hope to be making more memories soon.

Some Spring in my Step

It was a glorious day that felt like spring. Of course, I spent most it inside, wondering if the sun was living up to its promise, as it so rarely does this time of year. However, when the work day ended and I stepped outside, I was elated. It was warm! It felt good! I was totally going to go running!

Many days when I have worked all day, I talk myself right out of it, and Wednesday seemed for a moment to be going that way. I’m tired! I spent all day running around! The snowbanks are still too high; sidewalks are way too messy! Oh hell, no. Those arguments were not going to work.

I did heed the argument about the sidewalks and ran in the road. I wore my road guard vest, because safety first. Additionally, I can put tissues or a handkerchief in the zipper pocket. My sinuses are ever a problem. Of course I wore leggings and long sleeves, but I opted for a knitted headband instead of a hat, and I did not wear gloves. I was so happy to step outside and not feel freezingly cold. This was going to be great!

And it was, kind of. I have not been running after a day’s work in a while. It certainly feels different from a run on a weekend morning. My legs were soon complaining. I ignored them. I also seemed to be running very slowly. I declined to worry about it.

The real problem was all the snow. The snowbanks encroached on the road, and the puddles from their melting made it even worse. I did not encounter much ice, though, so that was good. I tried to stay on less busy streets, but I still encountered some traffic. I made sure to give the thank-you wave to everybody who slowed down and/or moved over.

I had been thinking that this was the sort of day when, back in my misspent youth, I might have been out on a porch with friends and beer. Of course it was not really warm enough for such activities, but we never let that stop us. I saw several people out running or walking. Then, closer to home, I saw a few people on a porch, their kids playing in the snow, and a fellow I know standing in the driveway with what looked like a beer in is hand. Awesome!

“It’s a great day for a porch party!” I yelled.

“It’s a great day for a run!” the guy on the porch said.

“It sure is!”

And it sure was, snow and puddles notwithstanding. I felt so happy I had run, even it was not too far and not too fast. As I type this, winter has naturally returned to the Mohawk Valley. However, I cling to the promise of yesterday. Spring is coming! Come on, Spring!

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.

Yes, It Was Monday

Every Monday is another chance to have a fabulous, productive week. And every Monday evening I feel Just Too Tired To Do Anything. I don’t even know if I can manage a Monstrous Monday Post.

An embarrassingly common emotion.

Oh crap now I am having trouble with this WordPress editor. I couldn’t get the cursor to the left to start a new paragraph; it wanted to stay center. Now I am two to three lines below the picture and afraid to try to erase the space. And why does autocorrect only want to correct some of my typos? These are the questions that haunt me on Monstrous Monday.

Now the bastard won’t let me add another picture! What the hell?

Maybe it would help if I screamed.

Regarding the caption above, in The Tingler (yes, autocorrect, Tingler, not Tingles. Sheesh!), directed by William Castle and starring Vincent Price, only screaming could save you from the terrifying Tingler. I am not sure screaming out my frustration would have a similar effect, although I know some find such behavior helpful.

It was, my friend, it was.

I close with a ghoul I downloaded some years ago but rarely share. I confess my day was not as bad as some. However, I found it tiring. But at least I managed a 200 (or so) word blog post. Happy Monday, everyone.