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Hair Today, Hair Tomorrow

Earlier today, I thought I would make a blog post titled “Hair Today, Bald Tomorrow,” because, as regular readers know, I was scheduled to have my head shaved tomorrow at a St. Baldrick’s fundraiser event.  I was doing pretty good cadging last minute donations from my co-workers.

Then the whole thing came to a grinding halt.  The event is cancelled.

I am not really surprised.  I had heard at work about all the schools being closed due to the corona virus.  I knew other things would follow suit.

Sure enough, when I got home, I found emails as well as Facebook messages and posts.  No St. Baldrick’s Day. Donate To Murder is postponed.  Some restaurants are only open for take out.  Everyone is encouraged to stay at home.  Damn!

This may be an unusual weekend for Mohawk Valley Girl.  Regular readers know that I love to spend Saturdays running around, having adventures.  I have been saying for a while now that I could use a weekend or two of sitting at home, relaxing or perhaps cleaning the house.  I never thought it would really happen!

So this is my Lame Post Friday post. No random observations or half-baked philosophy.  No adventures on the horizon.  But I will strive to find something to make a blog post about as the weekend wears on.  Happy Friday the 13th.

 

I Gotta Be Lame

Oh my God, what I feared would happen is true!  I feared that if I stopped requiring myself to post every day (I admit, a standard I did not always meet), I would stop posting entirely!  I have not quite done that — regular readers may have noticed I posted this morning for Thursday — but I have not only made fewer posts, I am finding it dangerously easy to make no post at all.

That was not the best written paragraph I have ever done.  No matter.  It is Lame Post Friday.  Before I pecked out the above (one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet, which is the way I usually post these days only I do not always mention it), I almost said “To hell with it,” and put the Tablet away. Then I took stern hold of myself and started typing (by the method mentioned in the previous parenthetical comment).

I guess it’s an All Or Nuthin’ situation.  If I wait to post till I have a decent post to publish, I will publish sadly few posts.  I guess some people would not find fewer posts of mine to be at all sad (you know who you are).  I cannot worry about such people.

Of course I can and will strive to have more substantive posts.  However, for today, I am going to go with Yet Another Foolish Post and a warning that foolish posts will not entirely stop.  What more could we ask on a Lame Post Friday?

 

Fairly Lame, Fairly Dreadful Post

I actually have a few subjects worthy of a real blog post.  I can only hope I write about them in the future,  because today is Lame Post Friday.

I have had a fairly dreadful week.  I say “fairly,”  because I believe it was not that horrible, but my distorted perceptions designated it as such.  I do not feel up to iterating the happenings of the week and discussing their possible designations. Quite frankly, I do not feel up to any sort of a blog post.

I got home from work and immediately sat down to relax myself.  Perhaps I drank a glass or two of wine.   If so, who could judge me?  Oh, I suppose you possibly could (you know who you are).  I continued to have an enjoyable Friday evening.  Again, who could judge me?

I have a busy weekend to look forward to.  The biggest event is tne third iteration on Brainstorming the Bard at Meeples Mug House in Little Falls, tomorrow at three. I wonder how well that will go.  Full disclosure: I have not done nearly enough thinking about this subject.

Can only hope that others have. If not, no doubt we will carry on.

In the meantime, have I the wherewithal to finish this post?  I fear not.  I can only hope to rescue the post with an excellent headline.  Will I succeed?  The uncertainty adds interest to my Friday.

And yet I feel I have not succeeded.  Alas.

 

 

I’m Late, But I Ran! And Blogged!

So the idea of writing while on breaks at work was not successful.  After writing and crossing out three or four phrases, I flipped back a few pages and worked on my latest attempt at a novel.  However, I had the plan that I would go running after work and could do a Running Commentary post.  Perfect!

Well, I was half right.  I ran, and it did not go too badly.  Then I was too damn tired to do anything but lounge on the couch watching Snapped and go to bed early.  Perhaps I could have forced my body and brain to do something, but I felt so deliciously relaxed and comfortable, I decided to cut myself a break.  Do I perhaps cut myself too many breaks?  That is a philosophical question better suited for Lame Post Friday.  This morning my purpose is to do a late Wuss-out Wednesday post.

The weather was not too cold (for February) and dry.  At least, the sky was dry.  The sidewalks were dreadful and the roads only really good in the middle.  I kept to streets less traveled but even so met with some traffic.  I dodged up onto the sidewalk only once, when a car was coming and I saw a bare patch of walk.  It did not last and I had to dodge over deep puddles and slushy ice to get back into the road.  Ugh.  No matter, just keep going.

My breathing was not bad.  My legs were not particularly happy, but that was to be expected after two weeks off.  Was it two weeks?  Yikes!  I’ll try not to do that again.  My legs eventually settled into it, and by the end my whole body was pretty happy I ran.  I plowed through snowy, slushy, wet sidewalks on my cool down walk, feeling fairly pleased with myself.

Oooh, look, 300 words.  I rock!  OK, not really, since this is a late post and not very descriptive of my run.  Still, I must celebrate even small wins.  Belated Happy Wednesday, everyone!

 

Ah Truman, You Were Right

I tried, I really tried to make my Saturday blog post on Saturday.  I wrote this much:

It is way past the time I usually make a blog post, and past my usual bedtime as well.  I went to a fundraiser for Team Rebecca of America’s Greatest Heart Run and Walk. We danced our butts off to our favorite local band, The Posers.  Now I am tired.

I wish I had some pictures to share, but I did not bring my Tablet.  I knew I would want to dance a lot and did not want to worry about leaving a device unattended.

Oh dear, I don’t know that I can make a full blog post now.  I am SO ready for bed.  Additionally,  I did not do much of anything else today so cannot make a Scattered Saturday post.  What the hell, me?

And that was as far as I got. As Truman Capote once said, that’s not writing, that’s typing.  Anyways, I realized it was after midnight so I would be making Saturday’s post on Sunday anyways, so there you have it. I am out of bed much later than usual, even for a Sunday, and I have a full day of chores ahead of me.  Will I do them all?  Will I do any of them?  A little suspense adds adds interest to my day.

In the meantime,  I am going to call this a Slacker Saturday post and drive on.  I shall drink some more coffee, and I hope you are all having a delightful weekend.

 

Lame Me Entertain You

I never ask myself to do much on Lame Post Friday.  Right now I am sipping wine and watching movies with my husband, Steven.  We started with The Bad Seed and moved on to House on Haunted Hill.

Check out the crazy eyes!

Steven always remarks on how right away you can buy the little girl as a killer, although the other characters never seem to catch on.  Both of us would like to see a version where Rhoda really seems to be the sweet, wonderful child people seem to think her.  At least the above Rhoda is not as creepy as the girl in the Rob Lowe remake.

I had such high hopes for it.

In the first scene, the little girl looks out the window and notices a dead cat.  She says it in such a creepy, undead, movie psycho voice, I immediately retired all hopes of a classy suspense feature.  Still, I watched it till the end, I’ll give it that.  I will not voluntarily watch it again, but I sat through it once.

We moved on to House on Haunted Hill, an all-time favorite of ours.  I shared a picture from it yesterday.  However, I have other pictures I can use.

This was my cover photo for a while.

The actress on the left is a really good screamer.  I think the one on the right wore roller skates and was pulled along by stage hands.

I love a good director!

This, of course, is William Castle, coaching one of his actresses, or perhaps posing for a publicity still.  We LOVE William Castle. Some call his movies cheesy, and perhaps some of them are (although that is a selling point for me! ), but Castle loved what he did and had a sincere desire to entertain people.

I have that in common with Mr. Castle.  I hope I have entertained my readers.  Happy Friday, everyone!

 

Romance with Victor and Harvey

How about a nice Throwback Thursday post.  I use a period instead of a question mark, because I am going to attempt it anyways.

 

Yikes! I think I have improved with age.

I am not sure when this picture of Steven and me was taken, but it was probably around 1990.

I’m afraid this one is a little blurry.

Here is a more recent pic, taken at the Copper Moose Ale House in Little Falls,  NY, sometime in 2019, I think.  I guess that is not throwing things back very far, but it continues the Steve and Cindy theme.

This is not me and Steve.

This is still a throwback, because it is an old movie, but I might be veering into Non-Sequitur Thursday territory, going from personal to movie pictures.  Then again, this is another romantic couple, Judith Anderson and Vincent Price in Laura, one of Steven’s and my favorite movies.

“Shall we dance?”

Here is a not so happy couple from House on Haunted Hill,  another favorite.

I may as well admit that I have given up hope of making a coherent blog post and am just sharing pictures and hoping to get to 200 words.  I am also hoping that my readers will be at least mildly entertained.

He means business, but I am not having his nonsense.

Back to Steven and me for one last throwback photo.  This is us in Harvey at Ilion Little Theatre in 2012.

Now I am over 200 words.  Throwback or Non-Sequitur,  I hope you are all having a lovely Thursday.

 

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.

 

Stay Hydrated, and Get Plenty of Lame

I spent today home from work, trying to nurse my sick self while waiting for the antibiotics to kick in.  Now it is time I made my Friday Lame Post,  and I ain’t got much, brain or otherwise.  Perhaps I can share a few Friday-ish pictures.  Might be lame, but that’s OK, considering the day.

A bartender whose name escapes me and my husband Steven.

What could be more Friday-ish than happy hour?  This picture was probably not taken on a Friday, but we can pretend it was.  It is the Waterfront Grille in Herkimer,  a classy place to imbibe and dine.  Of course, I was going nowhere tonight,  but I can dream of future, un-sick Fridays.

Smiling at the speakeasy!

This is me and realtor Jay Groah, one of the real movers and shakers in the greater Utica area.  We are at Ritz and Ragtime Gala, a fundraiser for the Landmarks Society of Greater Utica.  I loved my dress, although my wig left something to be desired.  I thought I was pretty clever to say my headband was more That Girl than It Girl.

I love this picture.

OK, this picture really was taken on a Friday night.  It was Fabulous and Fatal, the murder mystery we did for the Herkimer County Historical Society at the Travel Lodge in Little Falls.

At the end of the last paragraph, I was at 222 words, one of my favorite numbers.  And now I am over it.  How lame of me, but what did you expect?