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Hey! It Is 200 Words!

I say it is not really Friday when I have to work on Saturday. However, all I can manage right now is a Lame Post Friday post. Because I have to go to bed soon to get up early for work. Ugh.

Here is an interesting grammatical phenomenon. “Because I have to etc.” is a sentence fragment. But if I take away the word “because,” it is a complete sentence. What kind of a messed up language is this, where by adding a word you make a complete sentence be a fragment? What’s that all about?

Unfortunately that is about all I have right now. No other random observations or half-baked philosophy come to mind. Say it ain’t so!

I have other things to blog about eventually. We went to a beer tasting at Beet Belly Bob’s in Ilion, NY tonight. Tomorrow we plan to participate in a 9/11 Memorial Walk in Little Falls, NY. Preview of Coming Attractions.

In the meantime, I think I will follow my recently adopted rule about not worrying if I do not reach 200 words for a blog post (my addmittedly arbirtary self-imposed rule) (ooh, admittedly arbiter is alliterative! Regular readers know I love alliteration). Happy Friday, everyone!

The Name of the Lame

I thought I would attempt a Lame Post Friday post. I am feeling fairly lame today. For most of the day, my legs had that macaroni feeling. My brain, of course, is almost always of questionable usefulness. But one must persevere.

I thought the blog post I wrote this morning was not too bad. Or do I flatter myself? It doesn’t matter if I do. Flattery isn’t the worst thing you can do. Where was I going with this?

On Lame Post Friday I traditionally indulge in random observations and half-baked philosophy. I have actually observed very little today. I drove up through Ilion Gorge to work this morning, but I was listening to music and daydreaming. I paid enough attention to stay on the road, that’s all. I had an interesting drive through quite heavy rain, returning home from visiting my husband Steven at the nursing home.

I mentioned that my husband is currently in a nursing home, didn’t I? It is supposed to be merely a temporary stay. It would be a HIPAA violation to say more (have I the correct acronym?).

Well, this post certainly lives up to its name of Lame (YES, I mean “its” not “it’s”. “Its” is like “his” or “hers”; “it’s” only properly means “it is”). You’ll have that, at least with me in my blog. It matters not. I am over 200 words. I hope you will all tune in tomorrow, when I once again try for a better blog post.

Better to Have Lamed and Lost

I can’t believe I haven’t used that title before. I just searched “Posts — All Posts” and did not find it. I no longer trust WordPress for much, but what the hell. It’s a title, I’ll use it.

I don’t say I will attach much of a blog post to it, but what are you going to do, even on Lame Post Friday.

That was as far as I got on actual Friday. Now it is 1:40 Saturday morning and I thought I would take advantage of my insomnia to finish this post. Not that I have any more brains now than I did last evening. Still blog posts must be made, because they are not there. And there’s a bit of half-baked philosophy for you.

I just tried to throw in a picture to pep things up and was once again defeated. I used to be able to zip around by the month. Now it seems I can only scroll down, and my Tablet rebels before I reach 2019. I really must improve my personal computer situation.

So this is my late Friday post: one tiny nugget of philosophy tucked into a bunch of whining about not being able to make a post. Suitably lame, I trust.

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Lame Post New Year’s

We had a delightful New Year’s Eve with the result (but really, who knows where to place blame and what good does it do anyways?) that I had a wanging headache this morning. Once the headache passed, we had an enjoyable New Year’s Day. Now I must make my blog post. On the brighter side, holiday or not, it is Lame Post Friday.

I have been thinking about writing a post pondering the idea of New Year’s Resolutions. New Year’s Resolutions have fallen into disrepute. Some people proudly proclaim that THEY do NOT make New Year’s Resolutions. The more honest admit to setting self improvement goals when appropriate, in disregard to what the calendar may say. Others just let the statement stand, along with the implication that they are perfect, with no need for resolution to improvement.

The other day at work, a lady was asking about New Year’s Resolutions. She said she liked them, because she liked the idea of a new beginning. I, personally, like them, because it makes me feel that I can improve myself and my situation.

This year, I have heard the thought that we should let up on ourselves and not add the pressure of Resolutions to our current COVID anxiety. This is a chance, the thinking goes, to be gentle with ourselves.

How about this for a New Year’s Resolution: I resolve not to judge others for whether they do or do not make a New Year’s Resolution. I will even refrain from judging them for judging me, as they may, for my making and failing to keep mine.

And as others have said, may your Happy New Year outlast your New Year’s Resolutions.

What It Is, Is Lame

Bad habits are much easier to stick with than good habits. That is a bit of half-baked philosophy for a late Lame Post Friday post. I have no excuse. I had a bad headache all day yesterday, but it was gone by bedtime. I suddenly found myself in an extremely foul mood, for no particular reason, but that is no excuse. EVERYBODY knows you cannot write only when you feel “in the mood” to do so (ooh, goody, now I have Glenn Miller playing in my head). I guess sometimes some things just are, and never mind why.

That last sentence smacks of my husband Steven’s most hated expression: “It is what it is.” Really, kind of a silly thing to say. How many things are what they are not? If you can think of any, please comment with them, because I am blank. Personally, I think a much better expression is, “That’s just the way it is” or even “That’s the way it is,” because in these situations, it is often not “just” in the meaning that it is not justice.

So, me not making a post yesterday is just the way it is.

Now, the other thing about “it is what it is” is that people often use it to justify the way it is. The unspoken but implied clause is “and you can’t do anything about it,” or more accurately, “I’m not going to do anything about it.” This certainly applies today, because I do not have a time machine. No post can ever be made on Friday, Dec. 4 by Mohawk Valley Girl. To use another cliche, and mix metaphors (a favorite hobby of mine), that ship has sailed.

For many things that, forgive me, are what they are, we can do something about them. We can’t fix everything, but we can do what we can do. This is why we give to food banks, donate to animal rescue organizations, clean our houses. OK, some of your houses may be perfect someday; mine never will.

This is why I make late blog posts. I cannot be perfect about posting every day, but I do the best I can. And in this respect, I can improve. Fewer late posts. Can I have no late posts at all? It is a goal to strive for.

In the meantime, I have rattled on for over 350 words. I find that quite respectable for Lame Post Friday. I can’t wait to see what kind of a Saturday post I make later. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

I Lame a Glass to You

So the same day I make a late post about not writing (see previous post), I also make a lame post.  In my defense, it is Lame Post Friday, my day of random observations and half-baked philosophy.  Never mind why such a post is necessary.  Explanations are so tiresome.

Likewise blog posts.

This is the illustration I wanted to put with my previous post but did not want to take the time to look for it.  I just now scrolled up and down my Media Library and finally found it.   Perhaps the time would have been better spent working on this post, but I cannot worry about that now.

This is what I’m talkin’ about!

This is not my current view, but it might be soon.  Hey, it’s Friday, and I am blessed to be in a Monday through Friday job.  I know many are not so blessed, and I thank you for your hard work.  I have been there.  No doubt many currently work harder than I did when I was there, but you’ll have that.

A toast to all who work harder than I do!

So my random observation is that many people work harder than I do.  My half-baked philosophy is that you’ll have that.  Sufficiently lame, I believe.  Happy Friday, everyone.

 

Into Every Life, a Little Lame Will Fall

How fortunate that it is Lame Post Friday.  For one thing, I do not have much to say.  For another, I cannot find any of my styluses and am fat fingered typing.  Yes, my fingers are as fat as the rest of me.   Additionally, I have been drinking red wine. Don’t  judge me, it’s Friday night and I go back to work on Monday!   Oh, OK, judge me I don’t care.

Yes, I return to my place of employment on Monday.  Now days of the week will once again have meaning.  It will be fine.  After all, one needs to work for a living (one being me, of course).

That will count as my half-baked philosophy for the week.  As for my random observations,  it has just gotten dark, cloudy,  and windy outside.  Yikes!  Earlier it was warm and a trifle humid.  Steven and I sat on the front porch and enjoyed ourselves quite a bit.

So now I have fulfilled the requirements of Lame Post Friday:  random observations and half-baked philosophy.  If only I could think of a good headline, I would be reasonably content.   Hmmm… nothing is coming.  Oh well, as that great philosopher Mick Jagger said, You can’t always get what you want.

Incidentally, the weather is getting loud and threatening.  Yikes!

 

There’s Always Someone

As time loses all meaning for some of us, I make bold to have my usual Lame Post Friday.  For one reason, I return to work Monday, so Friday will once again mean something.  Not as much as it once meant, with bars and restaurants closed, and wine tastings cancelled at the local liquor store.

Oh dear, that sounded like whining about what is really a very small inconvenience to me, all things considered.  I can just hear people gearing up to say things like, “First world problems,” or, ” It’s better than catching the coronavirus,”  or the dreaded, “Just be thankful that…(you have a job, you can order take-out, the liquor store is open, etc).”  Here is a not so random observation:  it is really difficult to say anything without it being the wrong thing to say according to to someone.

Anyways, I will still be in a time warp next week, because I have Good Friday off.  And what a weird Easter we are all going to have!  At least, those of us who mark the holiday.  I am going to count that as another random observation.

If I could come up with some half-baked philosophy,  this would be a complete Friday Lame Post.  For that, I hark back to my first observation.  It is always wrong according to someone.  It is never enough, according to someone.  So there is no point in worrying if we are good enough.

As I typed that, I was assailed by the thought that this blog post is not good enough, even for Lame Post Friday.  Alas, the thought came from me.  Does that make me someone?  Discuss amongst yourselves.

Addendum:  Apparently I am not going back to work till Monday the 13th.  But I’ll let this post stand, because, well, I’ve already gotten a couple of Likes on it.  You know what a Like junky I am.