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Good Evening, Not Much Post

Steven and I just got back from Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort, NY, where we enjoyed music from Max Scialdone.

He is fine, yes.

My problem is one I often experience: now that I have had a Mohawk Valley Adventure, I am too tired to write about it. I shall share another picture and post this as a Preview of Coming Attractions. Or perhaps a Wuss-out Wednesday. You decide.

I love his musical stylings.

I feel certain, my readers will forgive me. Or do I mistake the matter?

Another Late, Brief Musical Post

How fast can I do this?

I’m tired of missing posts! So here is the Wuss-out Wednesday Post I should have done at least four hours ago (yes I get up in the middle of the night; overtime, ugh). Only I do not have a lot of time, so I will merely share a couple photos that might have gone into a posts I meant to make.

Phil Arcuri, having a great time as usual.

A week ago yesterday, we were at Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort, enjoying the musical stylings of Phil Arcuri.

Great service!

We were happy to see our favorite bartender, Toni.

I don’t have time to make a proper post, but for now, this will have to do. As always, thank you for tuning in.

Good Wednesday, Bad Post

Today, Igor.

One might feel Wednesday is onerous, because it is only half-way through the week. Or one can go to Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort, listen to a talented local musician, and feel better about the whole thing.

Awesome guy to listen to.

Tonight my husband Steven and I went to Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort and enjoyed food and music. I hope to write a longer post about it later. For right now, I feel tired. I hope this can count for my Wuss-out Wednesday Post.

I Have Problems

Wuss-out Wednesday follows Tired Tuesday, and sometimes I wuss out to the extent of making my Wednesday post early Thursday morning.

I’m just going to come out and say it: I am falling down on the job in many areas of my life. My husband went back into the hospital two weeks ago and he is once again in a nursing home for physical rehab.

On the brighter side, I can go into the nursing home to visit him now. On the dimmer side, my husband is in a nursing home.

I do not want to go on about my problems. Everybody has problems, and at my age, I ought to be more adept at dealing with them than I apparently am.

Be that as it may (that is one of my favorite expressions), sometimes the blog goes by the wayside. As always, I shall strive for a better blog post next time. Thank you for tuning in.

Stop Whining and Way Back!

Here I am, having a true Wuss-out Wednesday. I had thought I might go for a run or walk after work, either of which might have been good to write about. But I wussed out. I almost wussed out of making a blog post at all, but here I am, pecking away at the Tablet (as opposed to the ten-fingered typing I enjoyed this morning).

Here’s a day I didn’t wuss out!

I searched my husband Steven’s Facebook page for a picture to make this a Way Back Wednesday Post instead. Additionally, I thought I might find one with green, in honor of St. Patrick’s Day. This was an article I wrote about The Miner’s Table in Herkimer for Mohawk Valley Living magazine. I finished and emailed an article to them last night (one reason I was so tired I made my Tuesday post this morning).

A handsome couple, or do I flatter us?

Here is another photo courtesy Steven, also with a little green. This is us in May 2012, after a performance of Dirty Work at the Crossroads, a play Steven directed at Ilion Little Theatre. I played a small but pivotal role.

I guess this isn’t too bad of a blog post for Wuss-Out Wednesday. I started out pretty whiny, but I feel I recovered somewhat. And I shared a couple of pictures. I’m going to call it a win. Happy Wednesday, everyone!

Not Monstrous, Mental

I am enjoying a little ten-fingered typing to make my Wuss-out Wednesday post early on Thursday morning (not really too early; I’ve been awake almost two hours). I was too depressed to make a post last night. I hesitated for a long time (the almost two hours I’ve been up, plus a few wakeful hours in the night) before making yet another post about my depression, but at last the desire to be a daily blogger overcame my reluctance.

One big reason I hesitate to blog about my depression is that my mother reads my blog. I don’t like her to worry about me. In general (all these blog posts notwithstanding), I do not like to talk about my depression to all and sundry. Of course I do, more than I should, because I am quite the garrulous sort in addition to being pretty much All About Me. But I realize it is the wrong thing to do. For one reason, it is tiresome, and I prefer to be amusing. For another, it does not always help. Sometimes it is better to seek out professional help.

Which brings me to where I am at this morning. I feel it would be a good idea for me to reach out for help. Only I do not know where to go. I know there are 800 numbers I can call, but I prefer face to face counseling. I don’t like to talk on the phone much. However, in these COVID times, phone counseling may be all that is available. Another consideration is that my health benefits from my job are just now kicking in. I do not know what, if anything, they cover mental health-wise. I guess these are all problems that have an answer, if only I bestir myself to seek it.

And that brings me back to overcoming my reluctance to blog more about my depression. I thought to myself, perhaps I can share my journey back to mental health. Would that be too tiresome and All About Me? As I type this, I feel reluctance to hit Publish. Am I selling my psyche for a blog post? It could be. On the other hand, I am over 350 words. That is pretty good for a Wuss-out Wednesday, I think.

Not a Gem of a Post

I finally purchased a few postcards last Saturday at Gems Along the Mohawk. This is a wonderful shop that showcases many local businesses and attractions. It is also where you can get tickets for Erie Canal Cruises, when they have them.

Just one view.

Unfortunately, I did not take many pictures. What was that all about, me?

I got this far last night, after attempting and failing to complete a Pedestrian Post for which I even had more pictures. Now I am on break at work, pecking into my phone, without a stylus (and you know I have fat fingers)

Where was I? Ah yes, making a Wuss-Out Wednesday Post on Thursday morning. And this is as far as I can go. Appropriate, no?

I’m Not a Monster

This will either be a Wuss-Out Wednesday or Mid-Week Monsters. I wonder if I could be suffering from a post-Christmas letdown. Really, I feel quite ashamed of myself for being in any kind of a bad mood, let alone sliding into depression and despair. My life is not all that bad, especially when I look at what others are going through. Additionally, there is the thought that we must do what we can to improve our own circumstances.

Reflecting on those last two sentences does not always help. Sometimes it snowballs the mood, because of the added guilt and feeling of What-the-hell-is-the-matter-with-me? I am not currently experiencing such a snowball, so there’s that.

Kafka knew from monsters.

I was searching my Media Library for a monster picture, just to take a break from whatever we might call the preceding paragraphs, when I came across a quote I like. I was just questioning whether I should continue this admittedly foolish post. Kafka obviously feels I should. So there.

Like this monster, Kafka?

Now there’s a monster who never did any writing. He is from The Brain That Wouldn’t Die, one of my favorite cheesy horror movies. I wonder if I can talk Steve into watching cheesy horror movies for New Year’s Eve. Or we could go with the classics. Classic horror movies, of course.

He is fine, yes.

I see I am over 200 words, so I feel I have met my minimum standard. I am also feeling some improvement mood-wise. As I observed on Sunday, monsters often help.

W is for Wuss-out

Sorry, kids, it’s going to be a Wuss-out Wednesday Post.  I got my articles submitted to Mohawk Valley Living magazine and I seem to be done.  But I cannot be entirely done, because I will make some semblance of a blog post.

I have not murdered a weed in a while.

I just scrolled through my Media Library looking for something beginning with a W.  I made my Weed Murderer using a recipe I Googled.  The main ingredient was white vinegar, which I am currently unable to find in a gallon jug.  Hence, the unmurdered weeds in the cracks in my sidewalk and driveway.

Cheers to you, too!

For another W, here is my friend Kim with a glass of wine.  It is Sweet Little Blonde from Rustic Ridge Winery in Burlington Flats, NY.  She is drinking it at Heelpath Brewing Company in Frankfort.  Just to sneak in a little local.

Today was actually not as hot as expected.

How about the Wicked Witch of the West for a plethora of W’s?  This Look For The W’s game is fun!

I personally am a writing monster.

After the Witch, W’s got a little scarce in the old Media Library.  However, it seems appropriate to end on Writer.  I will strive henceforth to NOT be the non-writing kind.

 

Words Are Not Forthcoming

I thought of that title earlier, when I was working on a letter to a friend.  I feel it is quite pathetic to be unable even to write a letter.

Eventually I turned to a new page in my notebook (yes, a spiral-bound paper notebook with a pen) and actually wrote something.  One word followed another and I soon had almost a whole page, front and back.  Was it any good?  I can’t tell.  What I can tell is that I need to get a better grip on this novel I am allegedly writing.

Full disclosure:  I am having difficulty in maintaining my grip at all these days.  Yesterday at work I spent a good part of the day telling people I was at the end of my rope.  A poster back in the ’70’s (it may have been an Argus poster, remember those?) said that if you get to the end of your rope, you should tie a knot and hang on.  I think you should swing.  It is fun to swing on a rope.  Or, if you are feeling vindictive, you could make a noose and go after whoever drove you to the end of the rope.  Just to threaten!  I am not recommending murder!

Well, that brings me over 200 words.  I’m going to call it Wuss-out Wednesday and drive on.  I am still working on the post about my Virtual Boilermaker 15K.  I trust eventually words will be forthcoming.