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Late Sunday Post About Not Writing

Did I declare last week that making Sunday’s post early Monday morning was going to be a thing now?  I actually meant to make a post last night, but my Tablet wouldn’t get online and I felt too tired and lazy to sit upright at the laptop.  I went to bed early rather than fall asleep on the couch.  Then I spent a good portion of the night lying awake trying to sleep.  I have always suffered from insomnia, so this was not surprising. I spent some of my waking hours wondering what I could write a blog post about at this early hour (4 a.m. to me, no matter what my WordPress timestamp says).  I came to the conclusion that I could not and would not make a post, that I have come to the end of my rope and my road as a blogger, who was I kidding anyways, and other discouraging thoughts that might occur to one at 1:47 in the morning (yes, I looked at the clock).

So here I am, once again writing about not writing.  In my more optimistic moments I thought I just need a new approach.  Something to stimulate my creative brain cells, if I have any left (you see, even my more optimistic moments have their downside).  The problem with new approaches is that you can’t just have them, you have do follow them.  I can type every day, “From now on I’m going to…”  We all know, that is not all I have to do.

It’s like diets.  Almost any diet can help you lose weight, leaving aside the question of whether it is healthy or not.  But you have to actually do what the diet tells you to.  And if it is the kind of diet you go off, there is the question of keeping the weight off.   Well, I could draw this comparison out, showing exactly how it relates to writing, but then I would be writing about writing, not about not writing.  Additionally, I am over 300 words, and I have to get on with my usual morning routine. Happy SunMonday everyone.

 

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Why DON’T I Have a Chaise Lounge?

Yes, it is Wrist to Forehead Sunday,  and once again, I got nothin’.  We had a rehearsal for Fabulous and Fatal, our latest, and perhaps last, murder mystery.  We got some dinner at The Happen Inn in Little Falls.  Now I am home and, quite frankly, looking forward to bedtime.  But I do not want to be making my Sunday post early Monday morning, so here we are.

Some people may ask (and you know who you are), what reason have I to swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, on a chaise lounge or otherwise (regular readers may remember that I have no chaise lounge)?  I suppose I must confess, very little reason indeed.

I will not reiterate here all the good things in my life.  Nor yet will I make a list of the bad.  Who keeps score of these things anyways?  Oh, I suppose YOU do (once again, you know who you are). One feels the way one feels.  That is all.

I will feel happier once I reach 200 words and hit Publish.  For one reason, Steven is on board with my plan to watch Carnival of Souls, one of my favorite Halloween movies (I like it the rest of the year as well).  I hope to see you all again on Monstrous Monday.

 

Apparently My Brain Would Die

Once again we did not watch enough movies for a Sunday Cinema post.  I had high hopes when we enjoyed  The Haunting (1963) fairly early on.

I had to scroll through my Media Library twice to find this.

I figured I might as well share a picture, to pep the post up.  After the movie we put it on Snapped while Steve fixed us some food, and we kind of got stuck on it.  Full disclosure: I’ve also been reading an Agatha Christie book.

A perennial favorite.

In the meantime, it is Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  I proudly posted on Facebook this morning my intention to be useless and not worry about it.  I was half right.  I was useless but a little worried about things I have not gotten done.  Perhaps I could still do something before bed.  Then again, I still haven’t finished that book…

Love the side eye.

There are also other movies to be watched. The Brain That Wouldn’t Die (1962) is what caught my eye first just now.

Is it clear by now that I am a little brain dead?  I took a decongestant earlier.  Drugs!  Either they don’t work at all, they work but dope me up, or they don’t work but still dope me up.  In this case, I feel marginally decongested as well as doped up, so I have to call it a win.

I am over 200 words, making my Sunday post on Sunday,  so I’ll call that a win too.  I hope to see you all on Monstrous Monday.

 

Where’s That Chaise Lounge?

So I guess it’s going to be a regular thing, making Sunday’s post early Monday morning.  I don’t even have a lame excuse.  I was awake,  I was at home.  I just did not want to pick up  the Tablet or go to the computer and type.  I am having all kinds of trouble with all kinds of writing.  I can’t even finish a letter!  I know, poor, poor, pitiful me.  Go ahead and play the miniature violin or otherwise poke fun. I deserve it.

On the other hand, maybe yesterday was a supreme Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  Picture me, if you will, swooned in distress upon a chaise lounge, posed dramatically with the back of one wrist to my forehead.  It was all just too, too much for me.

As a matter of fact, I was on the couch, and full disclosure;  I wasn’t even swooned.  I was watching movies with my husband, and it really would have made a great Sunday Cinema post.  I must ask myself, what’s my problem?

And I have to answer: I do not know, but it seems I do have one.  For example, I could be searching pictures now and making that Sunday Cinema Post. But I’m not.  Perhaps what I need to do is to stop worrying about what my problem is and learn to write despite it.  That’s the plan for today.  We’ll see how well it works out when I make my Monday post later today (I HOPE not tomorrow morning, but no promises).

 

For a Sunday Post, It Will Have To Do

 

It is SO Wrist to Forehead Sunday today!  I don’t want to make a post.  I don’t want to do anything!  What a bum!

The only reason I am typing anything at all (as Truman Capote famously said, “That’s not writing, that’s typing”) is that I do not want to be typing at 4 a.m. tomorrow.  I know, I said posting in the morning was going to be a thing, but I don’t want to HAVE to do it. Am I making sense?  Probably not,  but as usual, I ask you to bear with me.

We had a fun time earlier with our friend Kim at the End Zone Pub and Grub.  There is not much else I can say about that, and, alas, I did not take pictures.  Pictures always do pep up a post, don’t they?

Isn’t she pretty?

Just to prove that point, I put in a picture of Kim.  This is at Dikin Durt Distillery in Herkimer, NY.  That lets me include another plug for a local business.  I need to get back to Dikin Durt soon.  I could use another bottle of moonshine for coffee of questionable moral fiber purposes.

So this is my blog post for today.  Two small plugs for local businesses and a little whining about How I Can’t Make a Post.  It will have to do.

Just to also include a picture of the End Zone.

 

Just Writing Another Late Post

Yes, I did it again.  I failed to make my blog post on the day intended.  That’s two days in a row I did that,  although I suppose regular readers noticed that. I am going through a really rotten writing period (oh how I wished I could think of a word with an “r” sound to be alliterative!).

The answer, of course,  is to Write, Just Write. If I can’t write one thing, I can try something else, as long as I am getting words on paper or screen. So here I am, getting words on screen.  Good words?  Entertaining words?  I don’t ask for miracles.  I just write.

I scrolled through my Media Library twice looking for these pictures

We had a very nice Sunday with deck sitting before it rained followed by a few good movies.  We had a mini Judith Anderson film festival, with And Then There Were None and Laura. Then we continued the murder theme with Columbo.  We only have one season of on DVD.  I would like to have the entire series.

I don’t remember this shot from the movie, but it is a good picture of Anderson.

 

This one is from Laura..

I always say this is the real love story in the picture, and I don’t think I spoil anything by saying that, in case you never saw the movie. By the way, if you never saw the movie, I highly recommend it.

Sorry, no pictures of Columbo,  although I thought I had one.  Anyways, this will have to do for my Sunday post.  On the brighter side, for me at any rate, this is a three day weekend.  Will I get anything useful done?  Will I have a Mohawk Valley adventure?  Will I make my Monday post on Monday?  For the answers to these and other questions,  stay tuned to Mohawk Valley Girl.

 

I Drank and Typed

Sunday, Sunday. Nobody will mind if I make a foolish post on Sunday.  For one thing, I can call it Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  I am not, in fact, feeling particularly Wrist to Forehead-y at the moment.   I have been relaxing, enjoying a beverage of questionable moral fiber, and I am most inclined to make yet another foolish post.

We are watching Hush, Hush.., Sweet  Charlotte, one of up our favorites of the psycho biddy genre.

Steven is just about ready to fall asleep.  I personally am ready to stretch put and close my eyes.  This hardly matters. The point is to enjoy enough of a movie tonight to be part of a fun evening.

I do enjoy to watch a movie that I have previously been told NOT to watch.  I do not always do it in a case where I have been told NOT to watch. As it happens, right now, I am enjoying some scenes of a movie we were not supposed to watch.

That was as far as I got last night. It all makes sense to me except for the part about being told not to watch a movie.  Who ever told me NOT to watch Hush…Hush, Sweet Charlotte (I’m not sure where the … goes and I am too lazy to check)?  Bette Davis, Agnes Moorehead, Cecil Kellaway… there could be no possible objection!

I imagine there could be an objection to this blog post, but I offer no excuse.  I must get on with my Monday.