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Monsters after Migraine

I look like one and feel like the other.

I am at the end (I hope) of a day long migraine but do not want to miss making a blog post. I thought I could manage a Throwback Thursday Post then thought it had been a while since I did monsters. How about Throwback Monsters? It! Could! Work! (That is a quote from Young Frankenstein, in case you didn’t know.)

“This is a good boy!”

I can tell I am getting old, because I can remember when Young Frankenstein was in theatres, and now it is an old movie. Perhaps we could substitute the term “vintage.”

“Who me? Old?”

Here is an even more vintage monster, my favorite, Nosferatu. He is scary, yes.

“Swimming, anyone?”

My post is becoming increasingly random as I just look for monsters and put them in. I say it is better than spending the entire post whining about my migraine. Is it? Discuss amongst yourselves.

It’s Not COVID!

Although that would make me relevant to current headlines, wouldn’t it? See, you can find an upside to anything. My upside right now is, it is just a cold, it will be over soon. My downside is, this will be another not very good blog post. But as regular readers know, I like to post every day, so let’s see what I can come up with.

I haven’t reached mine yet, but stay tuned.

I have been spending most of the weekend watching Snapped on Oxygen. Today is the Greed Marathon. Earlier this week was the Ex-Best Friends Marathon. They probably had a different marathon every day, because they were working up to some landmark episode, but alas, I did not make a note of them.

“You’re sick? Get back!”

 

I have long bought into the mentality that when you’re sick, you have to just keep going as best you can.  Of course, there have been times when I said, no, dammit, I need to take a day to nurse myself!  But I never thought too much about keeping my germs to myself.  In my defense, my bosses were not too worried about it either.  “Get yourself in here! You have to work!”  is what a distressing number of them said.

But the times they are a-changing, as the song goes.  I feel sick?  I am doing the right thing to stay home alone and watch Snapped!  However, as my headline says, it is not COVID.  I took my temperature, and I don’t have most of the symptoms. This is good news for me.  I should feel fine in another day or so.  Then I will be out of the house,  on job seeking and bloggable adventures!   As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

 

Yes, I Took the Damn Day Off

Today is a true blogger’s sick day. I got up with high hopes of getting things done. I took a run, I wrote post cards, I walked to the post office with said cards.

As I walked home from the post office, I started to feel kind of crappy. I thought, just get through today. Tomorrow you can take the day to lounge around and rest. As the morning wore on, I decided, No. Today will be my day off.

I messaged my friend Kim, who I had plans with. She was most understanding. If my day off has had the desired effect, we may get together tomorrow.

However, if not, I will damn well stay home and keep my germs to myself. Some of us buy into the mentality that we must drag ourselves along as best we can, being as productive as we can manage. However, in these COVID enhanced times, we are beginning to appreciate the value of staying the hell home.

No, I do not think I have COVID. I believe it is a common or garden cold, or perhaps just my body’s need to relax for just a short time. In any case, here is my long winded excuse for no blog post today. I will try to come up with something better for tomorrow. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

I Wanted to Save a Life

Today is going to be a Tired Tuesday Post, because I feel quite terrible. I gave blood today for the first time in at least a few years. I just have not wanted to feel awful if I could avoid it.

In my defense, I often have other responsibilities: rehearsals for plays or murder mysteries, training for runs… OK, those are my main things. Additionally, I often suffer from migraines, vertigo, and other ailments.

Oh, just listen to me whine and make excuses! I mean, don’t listen to me. don’t mind me at all. Let’s just call this a Blogger’s Sick Day and drive on. However, in the interests in offering some entertainment, I append my silly selfie taken after this morning’s run. I ran well before I gave blood.

I DO look silly, don’t I?

I’m sure I will feel better tomorrow. I will certainly try to make a better blog post.

Bonita Watched Movies, Too

I do dress Bonita for the seasons.

I purchased the devil mask at the rummage sale for Salisbury Historical Society last Saturday. I also put it on a bowling pin and a plastic cup to surprise my husband Steven as to where I put it. This is the only picture I took.

I fear I am coming down with a cold or sinus infection so decided to take it easy for the day. I can make a Sunday Cinema Post if I can find pictures of the movies we watched, which I know I have somewhere in my Media Library.

When we got to this scene in the movie, I said, “I have a picture of this in my Media Library! “

The Haunting is one of my most admired scary movies. No special effects, no gore, but yikes! It is also a pretty faithful adaptation of the book by Shirley Jackson.

The characters make this movie.

We went on to Lake Placid, much less admired by the critics but highly entertaining. But I have to say once again: having Betty White call someone a c***s***** is a cheap laugh.

Earlier today I got some decongestant from the pharmacist. I think I will take some and go to bed early. If I still feel crappy tomorrow, perhaps I can watch more Halloween flicks and have Movie Monday.

It’s a Mystery on Lame Post Friday

Today I was not feeling well and decided to take the day off.  I already had the day off work, so it was only a matter of letting myself off the hook regarding household chores.  I had already mowed the back lawn when I decided, so I can comfort myself with the thought that at least I did something.   A day off blogging, however, is a much more serious proposition, especially on Lame Post Friday.

I would love to be at such a cocktail hour.

Earlier today, we watched Evil Under the Sun, a star studded Agatha Christie romp.  In fact, that is how I expressed it to Steven when I suggested a movie, “I could get into a star studded Agatha Christie romp.”  I do love a good old movie, especially one featuring the divine Maggie Smith.

Since the movie, I have been looking at regular television in a rather desultory fashion.  At least I have gotten some crocheting done.

One of my favorite movie couples.

Here is a scene from another Agatha Christie adaptation we recently viewed, Witness for the Prosecution.  Although the cast includes Charles Laughton, Else Lanchester, Tyrone Power, and Marlene Dietrich, it is not a star studded Agatha Christie romp.  Nonetheless, it is an excellent movie, directed by Billy Wilder.

 

Who killed Benny the Bootlegger?

This was not an Agatha Christie,  but it was definitely a romp and we like to feel it is star studded.  It is the LiFT,  Little Falls Theatre Company, production of the interactive murder mystery, Rubbed Out at Ruby’s.  Regular readers may remember that it was written by me.  Do I flatter myself by including my mystery in a post about Agatha Christie?   I daresay I do.  Then again, a healthy ego is an asset for writers and actors.  Happy Friday, everyone!

 

Fat Finger on Slacker Saturday

I had a bad bout of vertigo today and did not get much done.  I am feeling a little better now and want to make my blog post.  Unfortunately I am too lazy to sit up at the laptop and ten-finger type, and I cannot find a stylus.  Hence, my headline.

And halfway through typing that paragraph, my darling husband Steven found a pen with a stylus on his coffee table.  This is still typing not writing, as Truman Capote once said, but at least I might have fewer typos.

Regular readers will understand that I want to make a post every day, even when I do not have much of substance to say.  I started to say “feel compelled to” instead of “want to” but decided to for once be less dramatic.

I guess I am still feeling a bit lightheaded, but at least I feel better than I did earlier.  The one good thing was, I went running as soon as I got out of bed.  My first run in almost a week, and it went pretty well.  I wrote two note cards (I am just about out of post cards), which I put put on the mail box. Steven and I had a pleasant interlude sitting on the front porch, and I watched a DVR’d episode of Mystery Science Theatre 3000 which had me laughing out loud.

And that was my day.  Ah, one thing I did not mention was that I worked for a while on my new novel, which is still in the organizational stages.  I kind of hate to mention it, because I am afraid of jinxing myself. But I thought some people might like to know.

As usual, I apologize for the dull post.  Also as usual, I will try to do better tomorrow.  I am hoping the room will stop spinning.

 

I Almost Forgot, I’m Gonna Be Bald!

Long time readers may remember that I have previously participated in St. Baldrick’s Day events.  That is, I got my head shaved to help raise funds for cancer research.  Thanks to the generosity of my family, friends and co-workers,  I raised enough money to not feel foolish in front of the other bald people.  Oh, I know, every little bit helps, and as long as I bring something, I have nothing to be ashamed of.  I still don’t want to look like I’m just cadging a cheap haircut.

Look how cute I’m going to look! Or do I flatter myself?

This is a picture of me after the last time I got my head shaved,  in 2016.  I think it looks better once it starts to grow back some, but bald is just so striking.

The problem I have is that I hate asking people to donate.  There are just so many people raising money for so many causes, most of them very worthy (I can’t bring myself to say they are ALL worthy, but I will not go so far as to name any I found less than worthy) (I’m sure it wasn’t yours) (oh dear,  I can get myself into trouble this way).

That was as far as I got last night, before my fatigue overtook me and I cravenly went to bed.  Now it is Wednesday morning, and I shall finish my Tuesday post with a link to my St. Baldrick’s Day Fundraising page.  You might like to take a look, if only to see the silly “before” picture I used.  If you would like to make a small donation to cancer research, I shall be extremely grateful.

https://www.stbaldricks.org/participants/mypage/1043508/2020

 

Misunderstood on Monstrous Monday

I felt better enough to get through the day at work today, but I do not feel better enough to do more than a Monstrous Monday post.  How disgustingly whiny of me.  Quick, bring on the monsters!

That’s it! I should have a beer!

It wasn’t really all that bad of a day.  Last week was much harder to get through.  So I’ve got that going for me. And it’s only Monday.  I have four more days for things to improve.  How’s that for a good spin on it’s being Monday?

“What do you mean I have to go to work again tomorrow?”

I think Nosferatu looks surprised.  And scary.  Regular readers know he’s my favorite.

“This is a good monster!”

Actually, I think in the movie Gene Wilder calls Peter Boyle a “good boy.”  Like Frankenstein’s monster, I am misunderstood.  One might think this blog would explain me, but that is not likely to happen.  Never mind that now. We are not talking about me today; we are looking at monster pictures.

Most of us don’t, Monster.

I happened across this quintessential Monstrous Monday picture.  Yes, I have used it many times.  What can I say?  Some things bear repeating.

 

Wrist to Forehead Sick Day

I am sorry if it is tiresome to hear a grown blogger continue to moan and groan about a sinus condition.  Here I am, moaning and groaning away.  And just barely trying to make a blog post.  This will never do.  Maybe I can pep up the post and myself with a few pictures.

“Oh woe is me!”

Here is our skeleton Bonita, in a true wrist to forehead pose.  I don’t know what a skeleton has to get so dramatic about, but then, she may have all sorts of worries to which I am not privy.  I try to give my toys their privacy.

“Oh shame! Oh degradation!”

And here I am, with my wrist to my forehead in a wonderfully dramatic moment from Dirty Work at the Crossroads, an 1890’s melodrama my talented husband Steven directed at Ilion Little Theatre.  Goodness, was it almost seven years ago?  How the time flies.

Threaten me with an axe, will ya?

I was looking for Joan Crawford with an axe, because I have a splitting headache, but I came across this axe pic first (see what I did there?  axe pic, like pick axe?  well, I thought it was funny). This is me and a few others in Roxy, a play about a local historical murder.  For those of you who don’t know, that is my husband (in the play, obviously it’s not Steven) threatening me with the axe, but he is the one that ends up getting chopped.  Good memories.

I will be happy when this sinus infection is just a distant memory.  In the meantime,  I’ll try to make a better blog post tomorrow.