Welcome to another edition of Wrist to Forehead Sunday. I’m your host, Mohawk Valley Girl.
Some feminists find it unbecoming for a female in her 50s to refer to herself as a “girl” and not a “woman.” I fear I use the terms interchangeably. To even things out, I do not hesitate to refer to males of any age as “boys.” I usually do not use more derogatory terms than that for either gender. That is just an aside, to up the word count a little. I don’t like to publish too short a post.
Yesterday I bragged about how many blog topics I have as a result of our adventurous Saturday. I even meant to start using them today. Then I got my usual hesitation over starting: I’m afraid the posts will not be good enough. For example, my logical first post was going to be our first stop: Westmoreland Winter Farmers Market. Well, I can’t do that off the top of my head. At the very least I have to dig through some of the business cards I picked up along the way. I won’t be able to include all the vendors or even all the vendors I talked to, but I would like to mention at least a few of them by name.
Part of my problem is that I am oh, so tired. Steven and I stayed up later than usual last night watching my beloved World’s Dumbest. Then we were up by six, because he had to work at nine. Of course that is sleeping in for us, so I did expect to be a little more peppy by now. Perhaps it was the delicious Chinese New Year dinner I had at my niece’s house. Full disclosure: I had dessert too. For anybody keeping track, that is three days when I violated the terms of my diet. However, this is not a nutrition blog nor even a cooking post. So there.
I had thought to write a few words about the Super Bowl. One might think nothing new could be said about that, especially from someone who does not follow football, but I have hutzpah enough to try. Valentine’s Day is also approaching. I could definitely say a few things about that. Before that is Ash Wednesday. That is a more solemn day, of course, but I’ve shared enough laughs with priests to not fear writing about the church.
However, it seems the best I can do is another post about How I Can’t Write a Post Today (previously Why I Can’t, but I don’t really have any good reasons, I admit it). Have I thought of new things to say about that? In fact I think I have, but, for heavens’ sake, what is this obsession with novelty?