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I Don’t Have a Problem with Monsters

Am I having a problem with posting every day? Yes, as a matter of fact I am. I am having a lot of problems these days, and yet I hesitate to post about them. For one reason, it is so tiresome to do nothing but complain. For another reason, my mother reads this blog. I do not want her to worry.

Quick, post a picture of a monster. It is Monday after all.

It will cost you an arm and a leg!

This is not actually a monster, but a picture from a monster movie of a fellow who does not survive an encounter with a monster. Quite frankly, the guy was asking for it, although I try not to judge. The movie, by the way, is The Brain that Wouldn’t Die. We just watched it again yesterday.

“Rise and shine, master!”

I gave up trying to find a related picture and threw in my favorite, Nosferatu. He looks like he’s resting comfortably. I actually think that is Harker with him, not Renfield. I’ll need to watch that movie again.

Who me? Drink wine?

Tip #2: Know when to give up and make a Monstrous Monday Post instead.

My Brain is a Lame Metaphor

I am not even going to apologize for making my Lame Post Friday post on Saturday morning. I have been missing a day here and there, and I feel bad about that. Apparently not bad enough to go ahead and post every day, but these things happen.

This morning I feel drained. We had a full day yesterday. We plan more shenanigans today. I am just now taking my first sips of coffee. I feel a glimmering of life returning to my body if not my mind.

The fact is, I have once again been having the damnedest time writing. I just squeezed that second paragraph out, wringing it from my brain drip by painful drip (side note: autocorrect made (“brain drip” be “raindrop.” I hate officious editors!). It also took some effort to make that a metaphor instead of a simile. I prefer metaphor.

Speaking of metaphor, here is a longtime saying of mine. When somebody says, “You catch more flies with honey than vinegar,” I say, “You catch the most flies of all with a pile of shit.” After they stop laughing, I say, “And who wants to catch flies?” Also, “Give me a metaphor, I’ll beat it till it screams.”

Well, that’s 200 words. Autocorrect made “200” be “00.” Everybody’s a critic!

Briefly, about Brewvey’s

I mentioned Brewvey’s Bites in yesterday’s post. I saw them again the very next day at a vendor fair at the Grand Rehabilitation and Nursing in Ilion, NY.

I was happy to see them!

I was glad they were there, because I was hungry! Steve and I both got cheeseburgers with chips (Lay’s plain, yum!). The bun was toasted. Yummy!

Food trucks seem to pop up all over the place these days: Herkimer Downtown Chowdown, Food Truck Frenzy, and at local breweries. I will definitely look for Brewvey Bites again.

Other good stuff to try!

This is a short post, but you’ll have that. I need to leave soon for a meeting of Ilion Little Theatre Club. Yes, I am trying to get some theatre back in my life. It should be good for a blog post or two. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

Frogs and Beer, What’s Not to Like?

Last Friday Steven and I went to Route 51 Beer Belly Bob’s Discount Beverage Center for a tasting with Frog Alley Brewing Company of Schnectady.

We like frogs, and we like beer!

We tasted Vienna Lager, Squints Sour, Harvest Ale, and Mohop IPA. I pronounced all of them yummy. We decided to purchase the Harvest Ale, because it was seasonal.

Rich and Eric.

Rich and Eric, the guys from Frog Alley, were really nice. They told us stuff about the beer and brewing process, and they gave us each a frog sticker!

It all sounded yummy!

Also present was the food truck Brewvey Bites. We had other plans for dinner (this was the night we went to the Brass Tack in Frankfort to hear the Posers), but I took a picture and promised to look for them at future events (it happened soon!)(Preview of Coming Attractions).

Beer Belly Bob’s is located at 70 Otsego St., Ilion NY. They are open 9 a.m. to p.m. Monday through Thursday, 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. Friday and Saturday, 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. Sunday. You can follow them on Facebook to find out about future tastings.

It’s The Posers!

No doubt you have heard of Wordless Wednesday. Well, yesterday I was going to attempt a Silent Sunday. I succeeded beyond expectations by not posting at all. Oops. Today I will try for a Mute Monday and use some of the pictures I took last weekend.

It’s The Posers!

These were taken at The Brass Tack in Frankfort, NY, last Friday., where my husband, Steve, and I enjoyed music by The Posers. Yay!

The bass and drums are the backbone of the band.
But everyone is important to the sound.
He was tickled, or perhaps playing by ear.

A wonderful time was had by all.

I Don’t Rock the Iron Rock

So I ran the four and a half mile Iron Rock Run, and I am not sure what I can say about it. As I was actually running it, I was not having as much fun as I has hoped. For one reason, it was hot and sunny. There was not enough shade and not enough breeze.

Still, one must put up with these things. I was running faster than my accustomed pace, but that is normal for race days, I think for most people. I wore my Garmin so kept checking my speed, time and distance. I kept telling myself it was OK to slow down, but I tried not to do so.

The dogs did not run.

Steve took this shot while waiting for me to cross the finish line. We petted those nice labradoodles before the race. He thought he had gotten a picture of me running, but apparently he did not.

After the race we sat in Iron Rock Brewing Company and listened to a band. There was to be another band later, but we did not stay. I wanted to go home and shower.

They were good.

On our way out, I took a picture of the sign with the band’s name. It occurred to me that people don’t write things down any more; we just take pictures.

I’ll catch Jimmy Wolf another time.

I don’t rule out doing the Iron Rock Run again, if they make it an annual thing. I’ll try to train a little better next time.

Pre-Race Lame Post (with a Dull Title)

Yes, it is another late Lame Post Friday post. So sue me (just to say something different from “judge me”). I am lounged on my couch, pecking into the Tablet with the stylus (which I have managed not to lose too many times this week), listening to the rain.

Normally I would be thinking about going on my run by now (halfway through my second cup of coffee, by the way). It is not merely the rain which deters me this morning. This afternoon I plan to participate in the inaugural Iron Rock Run at Iron Rock Brewing Company in Little Falls, NY.

The event is a benefit for Little Falls Food Pantry. I made an additional donation when I registered, as I am sure many runners did. The race is directed by Rock City Runners, who also sponsor the Little Falls Turkey Trot and my beloved Reindeer Run 5K.

I confess to feeling a little nervous about the run. I feel I have not trained as well as I might have. Then again, one can almost always do more, often at the expense of something else one wants or needs to do. That will count as my half-baked philosophy for the day.

Additionally , I have a tendency on these runs to “leave it all on the track” (in the words of an admired drill sergeant in my past). I run harder and faster than I think I am capable of, especially at the end. I start my final sprint too soon and finish up making terrible noises with my breathing. I kind of make a spectacle of myself. I do not know if more training would prevent this.

Perhaps later I can make a post about the run. Or I may blog about hearing our favorite band The Posers at the Brass Tack in Frankfort. I was also carbing up, by the way.

Is It Halloween Yet?

How about a nice Throwback Thursday Post? If I use a picture I shared recently, sorry. Of course, they will all be pictures I have used before. What am I getting so concerned about? On with the post!

Bonaparte and friends.

Here is a picture from 2019: our skeleton Bonaparte in the mug from our murder mystery, Fabulous and Fatal. Plus a couple of rubber duckies. We like rubber duckies.

We must do our porch soon.

This is also from 2019, our front porch. We still have Christmas lights out now, and a Santa Claus. Judge us if you like. There are reasons, but explanations are so tiresome.

Let’s wrap this up!

I bet you thought I was going to say, “I want my mummy!” It seems I am not going to reach 200 words today. You’ll have that. Happy Thursday, everyone!

It Is a Black and Grey Scarf

So I guess yesterday was a true Wuss-out Wednesday, since I declined to post at all. What, I wonder, is my problem? I actually wrote quite a bit before work and on breaks, blog and novel. Then I came home, hung out for a bit, went to dinner, came home, and knitted while watching Dateline. I finished another scarf. Anybody need a scarf?

Is this for Corn Hole?

We ate at The Tin Cup Tavern and Grille, just south of Little Falls, NY on Route 5. I am hoping to write about them for Mohawk Valley Living magazine. The deadline is today. Yikes!

Full disclosure: the article is mostly written; I just said Yikes to be dramatic. In fact, this was our third visit to the Tin Cup. I really did not feel like cooking.

My question now is: will I post again later so this is a late Wednesday post, or will I fail to post and call this Non-Sequitur Thursday? A little suspense adds interest to my day.

Ready to Run?

Look at me, making my Tired Tuesday post on Tuesday. I hope. Or as I like to call it Itsonlyfreakingtuesday. Only I don’t always say “freaking.” But never mind my whining. I went running today so thought a Running Commentary post might be possible.

I was determined to go running today, because I have a four and a half mile run in Little Falls, NY on Saturday. It is the Iron Rock Run at Iron Rock Brewing Company, directed by Rock City Runners. I believe beer will be involved.

Taken on a recent visit there.

I had been beating myself up for not running yesterday, when temperatures were more moderate and humidity lower. Still, this afternoon did not seem as uncomfortable as this morning’s weather forecast seemed to threaten. I got into my gear and went.

My first thought was, I am never going to be able to run for four miles on Saturday! I was skeptical of my ability to keep it up very long today. Just keep going, I told myself. I had it in mind to go on a long run with a major hill, but I found myself revising my plans.

I had also miscalculated the humidity. It was indeed muggy; I just had not really felt it till I started moving. Oh well, a little sweat never hurt anybody. I persevered.

I ran up a couple hills, not the major impressive ones, but I found them challenging. I hung in for just over two and a quarter miles, 30 minutes (yes, it’s slow, what do you want from a middle-aged, overweight shuffler?). It became less painful as I went, although I did ask a little girl to give me a ride home in her plastic car (I think she actually might have tried to). I petted one nice dog.

On the whole, not a bad run. I can’t say I have a whole lot of confidence about Saturday, but we shall see. At least I hope today’s run helped me be a little more prepared.