Isn’t that an eye-catching title? I just this minute thought of it, before I even wrote the post. I know, I know, as Truman Capote said, “That’s not writing, that’s typing.” These days it seems I just sit at my computer, put my fingers on the keyboard and publish whatever spills out. That is because I am a silly blogger not a Serious Writer. But that is not what I meant to post about today. I meant to give a brief overview of my activities for the day, then go back to enjoying my Saturday evening. So here goes.
My dear husband, Steven, was ill yesterday. I woke up this morning fearing I was ailing with the same. Nevertheless, after ingesting some necessary coffee, I went running. I had it in my head to make a Saturday Running Commentary post. Remember when that was a thing? Well, it may be again one weekend, but not today. I spent most of the run feeling tired and wanting to stop. However, I persevered. I’ve learned to do that when running, anyways.
Back home I thought I would write a few postcards, as I like to do on a Saturday morning. I could walk to the post office once the window was open and purchase some postcard stamps, which naturally one runs out of when one make a habit of sending postcards every week, as I do. Unfortunately, once I sat down with the postcards, I was hit with a wave of dizziness. That was unpleasant. I decided to go purchase the stamps when Steven left for work and write the postcards later today or Sunday morning.
Just before Steven left for work, the phone rang. My friend Kim wanted me to go to the Mohawk Valley Garlic and Herb Festival in Little Falls. Me, say no to garlic? Or a festival in Little Falls? In fact, long time readers may remember that I have attended this festival every year for some time now (I believe I have written a few blog posts about it). Yes, I felt dizzy. So what? Between my allergies and migraines, I rarely feel 100 percent. If I can force myself to get through work when ill, I can damn well do something fun with a friend under similar conditions.
And it turned out I felt better when out in the fresh air. Kim stopped by the post office with me, so I did get my stamps. We had a great time at the Garlic Festival, and I purchased a bundle of garlic stalks, which I hung over the doorway where the vampire hangs (see picture on yesterday’s post for the vampire). I’m not trying to antagonize the fellow; it was the only nail already stuck in my wall that was the proper height. Maybe tomorrow I will post a picture, and do a proper blog post on the festival.
Leaving the festival, we went to The Old Barn Marketplace and Little Falls Cafe, at 6626 State Rt. 5. What a great place! I will for sure write more about that!
I have not done a whole lot since I got home, but I believe the movie-watching portion of my Saturday has arrived. I’m thinking a viewing of Dracula is in order. Having spent a good portion of the day sampling garlic and eventually purchasing a nice bunch, I do not think I will have anything to fear of vampires for a while. Then again, I did say to the vendor who sold me the garlic that I was going to write a story about a vampire who loved garlic, just so that none of us could feel safe.
Happy Saturday, everybody!