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I Like Flowers

I mentioned yesterday that I might get out into the great outdoors for blog post purposes, rather than lapsing into my usual Wrist to Forehead Sunday. At least I made it out to my front yard.

So far they have not jumped.

I noticed earlier when I was mowing that I had a few more blooms in my Johnny Jump-ups. I purchased them last year from AW Greenhouse Gardens in Little Falls (just to give a quick shout-out to a local business). I surely must plant more flowers.

I did not forget them.

Here are some flowers I did not plant: forget-me-nots. I love them. I wanted to get a picture while I could still see them, because they are soon to be overrun with daisies, which I also love.

I guess the dandelion is a little more prominent.

I moved in for a closer shot, because I saw a white forget-me-not. I have not seen one of those before.

You can see where I stepped to get the shot of the white forget-me-not.

We have more tulip buds than previous years, but they are slow to bloom, or at least so it seems to me. I was delighted, therefore, to see this yellow one about to blossom. I look forward to seeing the others bloom. These have grown with no effort on my part. I would like to put down more bulbs. I like flowers.

I’m a Silly Goose Myself

I wasn’t so wordless when I tried a Wordless Wednesday Post, but I thought I would attempt a Silent Saturday Post. For one reason, I have a few pictures of geese and not a whole lot to say. Additionally, even if I do type in some words, we can still call it a Silent Saturday unless somebody out there reads this aloud, which I guess could happen. Never mind, on with the post.

Another good thing: I managed to zoom, at least a little.

My friend, Kim, and I were driving through Frankfort Marina when we saw some geese with babies. We both whipped out our devices and rolled down the window. I did not even mind getting rained on a little, although I was concerned about my Tablet getting wet. However, it seemed to hold up fine.

See the babies?

There were at least three family groups. Kim said it was Family Day, but, bearing in mind what Sunday is, I said it was Mother Goose Day.

I wish I could have zoomed in closer.

Those babies looked so soft I wanted to pet them. Of course I did not attempt such a thing. I do not need to be attacked by an angry parent goose!

I love those baby geese!

So this was our little nature break. Perhaps I will try for a few outdoor pictures again tomorrow, in lieu of my usual Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

Truman Capote Was Right

I went for a run after work today, thinking I could make a Running Commentary Post. I even had a title for it: Thunky Thursday.

Just a quick digression: my autocorrect turns “thunky” into “thinly.” For heaven’s sake if there was anything thin about me, I would not feel so thunky when I ran! Oh, I know, thunky is not a word. It ought to be.

Where was I? Ah yes, explaining why I seem unable to make a Running Commentary Post after all. Well, to begin with, I am tired after my run. For another reason, it was not all that great a run. I spent part of it wondering why I had ever thought I could run. I had plans to include that in the post (you know how I like to narrate in my head as I run).

I ask myself, why am I not making that post now? No answer is forthcoming. It is all very well to say I am tired. Obviously I am not too tired to write SOMETHING. So once again I ask, What the hell, me? I have no answer to that question either.

One thing about this blog: I can almost always get a post about not writing a post. As Truman Capote famously said, That’s not writing, that’s typing. Oh, Truman, you hadn’t seen anything yet!

Wayback Winesday

I was hoping for a Wayback Wednesday Post but am not sure if I can find and share appropriate pictures. We shall see.

Cheers!

I found this in my Media Library. It is my friend Phyllis and me at Gerber’s 1933 Tavern in Utica, NY. This was taken in July 2017. The last time I drove through Utica, the Tavern was closed and inaccessible due to all the construction. However a quick check of Facebook just now tells me they will re-open soon. Yes! I love that place!

Jail bird!

When I typed in about Gerber’s just now, I first called it the 1834 Tavern. What was I thinking? Obviously I was flashing on the famous 1834 Jail on Herkimer’s Historic Four Corners. The above picture is my husband Steve, taken on a long ago walk. I would like to take walks with my husband again sometime. For one reason, it would make a good blog post.

More good cheer!

Harking back to wine with friends (Wednesday Winesday?), here are my friend Tracy and I at the Waterfront Grille in Herkimer, NY. I know they are currently open. I can pop in there while I wait for Gerber’s to open. I just need to grab a friend!

I Prefer It When People Live

I lying in bed with my Tablet hoping to muster brain enough for a Tired Tuesday Post but skeptical about my ability to do so. My Life Makeover is so far not so good. I left work with a wanging middle-age backache so did not go running. My back felt better after relaxing on the couch, but I cannot feel that knitting and watching true crime television advances me toward any of my loftier goals.

On the brighter side, we discovered a new to us show on Oxygen called Murder for Hire. I know the show has been around for a while, because I recall hmphing that they stole our name. You see, when we used to have a business doing interactive murder mysteries in the North Country, we called ourselves Murder For Hire. Ah, memories.

Anyways, the show on Oxygen is pretty good. I like the stories when they con the would-be murderer with a cop acting like a hit man and the prospective victim lives. Despite my obsession with murder and mayhem, I prefer it when people live.

I think I will use that last sentence for a title. It gives my post a kind of a Non-Sequitur feel, thus raising it above your average Tired Tuesday Post. Or do I flatter myself?

Not Monsters, Makeover?

It has been a kind of a monstrous Monday. Nothing that bad happened, but my allergies are acting up, and my brain felt like a leaden lump. It does not feel particularly un-lumpish now, but I like to make a blog post.

I went for a short run after work, which I almost never do on a Monday. One reason I went was that it was not raining. I thought it was supposed to rain almost every day this week, although it is possible I misunderstood the forecast, bearing in mind my lumpy brain.

My other reason for running was more philosophical. I want to give my life a makeover but have little idea of how to do it. Vague notions of master plans swirl through my brain (especially at times when it is feeling less like a leaden lump), but concrete steps are elusive. Today I thought to myself: Just do one thing different.

So I ran. Not very far, not very fast, but I did it. And I feel like the same old lump. Was I expecting miracles? I guess not. However, I was hoping for a Running Commentary Blog Post. Can what I have typed in so far count?

Let’s just call this a Monday Middle-aged Musings Post and drive on. I’ll keep you posted on my makeover, whether it turns out to be a Master Plan or Just one Thing Different a whole bunch of times.

Svengoolie, Can You Help Me Now?

Hello and welcome to another Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post. I suppose it could be a Scattered Sunday, though, because I have been all over the map.

I went on a long run this morning, did some house cleaning, grocery shopped, and mowed the lawn (no small task with my non-power mower and wimpy muscles). However, as is often the case, the highlight of my day was sitting in front of the television knitting.

He is the man, yes.

I enjoyed not one but two episodes of Svengoolie on my DVR. One was a Roger Corman movie with the rather unfitting title of The Undead. The other was a made-for-tv movie from 972 called Gargoyles.

In between Svengoolies, we saw House on Haunted Hill (the original William Castle/Vincent Price version) and Murder By Death, two of our go-to silly movies.

Aaand it seems my Tablet will not allow me to download pictures of those movies. No doubt I am too technologically ignorant for these things. In any case, I am soon switching over to Snapped, my usual Sunday thing.

I really need a wine glass with the logo.

It is becoming increasingly clear to me that I must reorganize and revitalize my life so that Monday does not bear down on me with swoon-inducing force. Unfortunately, I have few ideas on how to accomplish this. I guess all I can do is pick up my knitting and drive on. At least I have made my Sunday post on Sunday. As always, thank you for tuning in.

“Hey, Kid…”

OK, It’s a late Saturday Post (Saturday Evening Post?). I guess it’s a weekend thing. Judge me if you are so inclined.

Our luncheon with friends didn’t happen, but Kim came over and we had pizza and a few laughs. I was in sweats by then but feeling bad about not getting dressed up with fancy hats. So we improvised.

Every day is Halloween!

This was the first time I wore my spider fascinator, which I picked up at a garage sale to benefit H.A.L.O., the local cat rescue organization (just to give them another plug).

And a bottle of rum?

The the pirate hat was purchased for a Halloween costume in Georgia, back in the early 00’s. Waste not, want not, I always say.

As a Facebook friend said, “And we have a winner!”

I acquired this hat more recently at a church rummage sale. An elderly man working at it kept modeling the hats to entice me to buy them. It worked. I think this looks like one worn by the character Ilsa Lunt in Casablanca. Ingrid Bergman has got nothing on Steve!

As always, when I see striking hats, I remember the Roger Miller song, “Hey, kid, where’d you get the lid? Where’s you get a hat like that?” I just loves me some Roger Miller.

Do I Do the Weekend?

I feel it is unbecoming when I do not have the mental wherewithal for even a Lame Post Friday Post on Friday. Additionally, I am out of bed prior to 5 a.m. on Saturday after five days of strenuously wishing I could sleep in. In other words, I am not doing this weekend thing right.

However, self-recrimination is tiresome. I watched a couple good episodes of Dateline, finished knitting a scarf and started another, and generally relaxed myself.

Oh, and I did a load of laundry and spent a very little time tidying my living room. Every week I have a plan to do at least a little cleaning every day, thinking I will eventually attain a clean house. Then I do a very little not every day and feel stupid. Still, I continue to hold the hope that this week will be different.

So maybe this week my week begins on Friday. I did a little yesterdaym I can do a little more today. It! Could! Work! (That is Gene Wilder in Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein, one of my favorite movies.)

I see I am approaching 200 words. I believe this post is sufficiently lame to qualify for a late Lame Post Friday Post. I’ll try to make Saturday’s post on Saturday, but no promises.