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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’m Back with Backyard Flowers!

My back was feeling much better today.  I suppose I will look like quite the kvetch if I mention that I had a perfectly dreadful headache, but I will just mention it.  I do appreciate the way my body parts tag team.  Back yesterday, head today;  I guess I really internalized the lesson about taking turns in kindergarten.

But never mind that.  I promised some back yard flowers!

A close up view.

I mentioned yesterday how much I am loving forget-me-nots this year.  When I went to photo my backyard patch, I was delighted to see white ones in with the blue.  I didn’t know they came in white.  I am not very botanically knowledgeable.

This is where I thought they were not going to grow this year.

Here is the view under the rhododendron.  Earlier this spring a different flower was blooming there.  I am happy to welcome the forget-me-nots back.  As you probably noticed, I am letting the dandelions live.  I understand bees like them.  Also, it is a losing battle to try to get rid of them, so I figure I may as well embrace the yellow.

I did not choose the best angle.

The last time I looked at this, I thought it was all dead shoots from last year.  Yesterday, however,  I saw little leaves sprouting out.  Yay!  I’m afraid the picture did not turn out as clear as I had hoped, but I will have more photo ops as we go on.  You may also be disappointed that I cannot tell you exactly what it is.  We got the shoots from my sister Diane a few years ago.  We just refer to it as “that red thing from Diane.”

I hope to plant more things as the spring progresses.  Maybe I can blog more about plants and less about pain.

 

Have I the Heart for a Tired Tuesday Post?

OK, second attempt at making Tuesday’s blog post on Tuesday (whatever my WordPress timestamp may say).  I logged on earlier but felt overwhelmingly sad.  The moment seems to have passed.

As you may have guessed,  I did not follow yesterday’s note to self and write my blog post while on breaks at work.  I had the notebook out (the spiral bound paper kind by the way), but nothing doing.  I did some writing eventually, but nothing to share yet.  Never mind, I will make a Tired Tuesday post.

At the risk of upsetting the HIPAA police, I mention that I went to the cardiologist this morning for a stress test.  I was quite stressed by the time I arrived.  Driving in Utica, NY can do that to anyone, but I get especially uptight when I am worried about getting somewhere on time.  And it is stressful leaving from and returning to work, for reasons too tiresome to relate.

Anyways, the test itself went fine, although I felt quite self-conscious being naked from the waist up, not to mention the discomfort of walking and jogging without a bra (do NOT tell me TMI!).  I had to laugh when I was lying on my side while a technician took “pictures” of my heart.

“I feel like I’m getting a boudoir photo taken,” I said.

It took me a while on the treadmill to get out of breath.  Let’s hear it for running!  The technicians were also impressed by how quickly I got back into heart-picture-taking position when I got off the treadmill.

The really bad part came next, when they hooked me up to a heart monitor that I have to wear for 30 days.  That may be worth a blog post all its own!

In the meantime,  I am closing in on 300 words. Not bad for thinking I wasn’t even going to post till tomorrow morning.

 

But Is This a Tiresome Post?

I am over halfway through the week and pretty damn happy about it.  But what to write about for my Wuss-out Wednesday post?  I have many things on my plate these days: two or three murder mysteries, summer Shakespeare, St. Baldrick’s Day, the Boilermaker 15K,  AND cleaning my dirty house, making daily blog posts, writing that novel…

Amidst all this, I am still battling my health or lack thereof.  I am becoming more familiar with Genesee Street in Utica from driving to specialists for diagnostic tests.  More I must not say, because, you know, HIPAA.  Also, as I often point out, it can be tiresome to hear people go on about their health and other problems.

You know, I say that, and I fear I do get tiresome sometimes, but there are other times when somebody tells me about their life, and I am quite interested.  Sometimes I learn something about diagnosis and treatment, or get some insight into family dynamics.  In short, I like to hear stories about people.  That is one reason I listen to gossip (judge me if you are so inclined).

Ah, now I have made this a Mid-Week Middle-aged Musings post.  I haven’t had one of those in a while.  Perhaps tomorrow I can give an update on one of my above-mentioned projects.  If I make any progress.  A little suspense adds interest to my week.

 

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.