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Scream! Scream For Your Lives!

This doesn’t happen to me when I take a nap.

I just finished watching The Tingler after watching The Fatal Hour, which was not the thrill I was hoping for, and a couple of episodes of 20/20 on OWN.

I guess this is going to be a Non-Sequitur Thursday post,  although the title does have something to do with at least the first paragraph (if you don’t get it, watch The Tingler).  That is, I am making a post pretty much just to make a post, so I will blather on for 200 words or so and hit Publish.  At least I will try to be amusing.

I went out adventuring earlier, and had a couple of good ones, at least one of which I hope to write into an article for Mohawk Valley Living magazine (preview of coming attractions).  Then I had a headache and took a nap.  I hoped to get together with my friend Kim,  which no doubt would have made a decent post, but alas, that did not work out.

When it became clear I was home for the night, I poured myself a (second) glass of Pinot Noir and put in a cheesy movie, The Fatal Hour with Boris Karloff.  I don’t have a picture of it, but you are not missing much.   It is not a horror movie,  it is a detective story.  I only stuck with it because it featured an intrepid girl reporter.  I just love an intrepid girl reporter.

Another shot from The Tingler, just to have another illustration.

 

 

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Fun Times, No Apologies

I had a couple of Mohawk Valley Adventures today, but I am going to concentrate on the last one, which I just got home from.

I had just finished a glass of red wine (yes, full disclosure: I drank and typed), and there were a few checks to be mailed out.  My choices were to drive to the liquid store to buy more red wine, stopping at the post office first,  or walk to the post office,  then walk on to the End Zone Pub and Grub to purchase a glass of red wine. I chose the latter.

I got my glass of cabernet sauvignon and opened my notebook to write, but I quickly became involved in a conversation and did not write a word in my notebook.

I think they’re both pretty cute, but of course I am not in the market.

Eventually I asked the bartender and one of the people I was talking to if I could take a picture for my blog post.   They graciously agreed.

I did not ask permission from the other folks in this one, but you can’t really see them, can you?

I took a couple more pictures,  once I realized I was not going to get any writing done so I may as well get a blog post out of it.

Not a bad shot of the front, or do I flatter myself?

I had a fun time at the End Zone Pub and Grub. I may go back again soon.

They are located at 129 Main St., Herkimer,  NY, phone number 315-219-5796.  They are open noon to 2 a.m. Thursday through Sunday,  2 p.m. to 2 a.m. Monday through Wednesday.

I’m not saying I won’t be there tomorrow.

 

Spoiler Alert: This One’s a Two-Parter

When I was huffing and puffing behind the manual lawn mower earlier, I thought I might get a blog post out of it.  Now I am not so sure.  Did I tell you what I did on Monday to feel like much woman?  For once I can’t be too lazy to go back and check.

Ah.  I said I made great efforts in yard work but did not specify.  Let’s see, can I make a long story short and do I even want to try?  We had not mowed our lawn yet this year,  and with all the rain it was getting a little embarrassing.  The reason (or the lame excuse,  if you are being judgemental) (you know who you are) was that our garage door is so difficult to open. It has always been a toughie, but last year the spring broke and, damn.

We tried putting an appeal out on Facebook, hoping a muscular friend or two could help us out.  Of course everybody was busy on the holiday.  Well we have limited days we are both available and it is not raining.

Obviously I cannot make a long story short, and that is too bad, because even I am getting bored with this one.  And I have the damnedest feeling I have told it before.  Listen, I checked one past post, I cannot, will not go around looking through… Oh, well, I guess it is only two more.  Silly me.

OK, I checked (answered a couple of comments while I was at it).  I’m good, haven’t told the story in this space.  However, it is getting to be a long story and I am tired.  I think I’ll make it a two parter. This part ends with me sitting in my house, considering my overgrown lawn and my stubborn garage door.  I guess you know how it ends, because of that line about great efforts in yard work, but there are a couple of twists along the way (or do I flatter myself? ).  I hope you’ll stay tuned.

 

There Is No Balcony Scene In Hamlet

No, I did not write a blog post while on breaks at work today.  Judge me if you are so inclined.  I am sitting on my couch,  looking at 20/20 on OWN in a rather desultory fashion,  and waiting for my toenails to dry.

He looks awfully cheerful for hosting all that murder and mayhem.

I thought I would throw in a picture of John Quinones, just to dress thing up a little.

I paused just then to put another coat of nail polish on my toes.  I am LOUSY at painting my own toenails.   Some things are just better left to the professionals.  Oh, I know YOU probably paint your own toenails beautifully,  or else you have “better things to think about” than pedicures.  We’ll, bully for you!  I say it with all appropriate sarcasm.

Well, that sounded bitter and snarky, didn’t it?  “Better things to think about ” is one of my triggers,

This is a good book. I may read it again soon.

I wanted to throw in another picture so picked one that concerned murder.  Did I mention that this is a Non-Sequitur Thursday post?  I thought the title would clue in regular readers.

I hope this post isn’t too mundane.

 

I Am Enjoying 7 Deadly Zins

I have observed this phenomenon many times, in fact, almost every month as my deadline for Mohawk Valley Living magazine approaches: I can’t write the article, I can’t write the article, I can’t write the article, I write the article.  Don’t know why it works that way.  Don’t know how to change it.  But there it is.  I spent time at work and after work writing said article.  I got it emailed out.  I hope it is accepted.

Some readers (and you KNOW who you are) are currently rolling their eyes, thinking, “Now she’s going to explain that this is why she is offering a foolish blog post tonight.  AGAIN.”  In my defense, at least it is a different excuse from my usual.  In my detriment, it is the same excuse as last month about this time, and multiple months before that.  All I can say is, judge me if you are so inclined.

As a matter of fact, on part of my lunch and my last break, I did write part of a blog post, a rather lengthy, almost scholarly, yet witty and entertaining…  I am probably flattering myself.  At least I was enjoying writing it.  It was actually a kind of a book report, a summary with comments of a book I read a number of years ago.  I started thinking about it, as I have thought about it off and on during the many years since I read it (some books effect you that way).  It was a book about women that made something of a splash as a statement of the times.  I would love to write a book about women that makes a splash as a statement of our times.  Not that book, or indeed, one like it.  The gist of my musings was what I didn’t like about the book.

But I must not get bogged down in telling you about that, or there will be no point in sharing my commentary if and when I finish it. But I wanted you to know that I AM writing again.  To an extent.  One must start somewhere, after all.  Or re-start, as the case may be.  In any case, I am over 300 words.  I call that respectable for a foolish post.  All I have to do is think of a catchy title and I think I’ve got a decent Non-Sequitur Thursday.  Thank you for tuning in.

 

AND I’m in a Play!

Well, what’s wrong with being two posts behind, anyways?

Full disclosure:  I have no real excuse to take a blogger’s sick day today.  Yes, I have a headache and lightheadedness.  I ALWAYS have that, at least to some extent.  As I sit here typing away, I admit to myself that I am capable of making some semblance of a blog post. But not a good blog post.  I know what.  It’s Thursday.  I’ll look for some old pictures and go for a Throw-back Thursday kind of a post.

It’s always a good time for skeletons!

Here is one of the first pictures I ever put in this blog.  It was taken at Pumpkin Junction in Sauquoit, NY, one of my favorite places to go in October.  Hey, does talking about October in May make this also a Non-Sequitur Thursday post?  Who says I can’t multi-task!

Mmmmm…. champagne.

Here is a real Throwback — all the way to 1990.  Ooh, and it’s still October.  I didn’t do that on purpose; I was just looking for an old picture of me and Steven.  Look how young and handsome he was!  He is still handsome, of course.

Aren’t they pretty?

Here is a picture from May of 2017.  This must be my front yard, which does NOT look like this right now.  I need to get out and do some yard work.  Will that happen this weekend?  I’m afraid it is not likely.  It is the second weekend for Morning’s at Seven at Ilion Little Theatre.  In fact, I need to get off the computer and take a shower to get ready for our pick-up rehearsal.  At least I made some semblance of a blog post!  If I could only think of a catchy title…

 

“Shapewear” Is So A Word, Computer!

Breathing is not overrated.  That is what I tell myself at times like this.  You see, when I get stressed, I forget to breathe.  Then I take a deep breath and it’s like, “Oh yeah, oxygen.”

When I was in the army learning how to run, and I ran into difficulties (see what I did there?), I would tell myself, “Breathing is overrated.”  Eventually I learned how to run and breathe, but first I learned how far I can actually run while gasping and choking in a most unbecoming fashion.  However, this is not a post about running.  I would probably feel a good deal less stressed if I had taken the time for a short run or walk.  However, that ship sailed, to resort to cliche (it is less of a cliche if you point out that you are using a cliche; another technique is to add the word “proverbial,”as in “that proverbial ship has sailed.  Then you sound all self-aware and post-ironic) (but I digress).

Another deep breath, which I need after that last paragraph.  I am working through my last-minute fluster attack before leaving for dress rehearsal for Morning’s at Seven, the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre.  I believe I have mentioned it once or twice.

After work, and a convoluted drive back to Herkimer, due to congestion and construction, I stopped at the store to get the pantyhose and underwear I mentioned earlier.  I am a little worried, because the only pantyhose (they are, in fact, tights, but let us not quibble over semantics) in the color I wanted (off-white) were control top. YES, I have a top to control.  However, when I attempt to do so, I experience extreme torture for very little result.  What a cruel hoax shapewear is!

And look at me, 300 words and I’m not late.  Yet.  Happy Thursday, everyone.

I wonder if wine is overrated.