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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!

 

Lame Laundry Observations

Even though the days blur one into the next, I cling to my Lame Friday Post.  For one reason, at least today I have an excuse.

Today I made a number of random observations, because I was sitting in my car outside the local laundromat, where I was washing towels and comforters.  The comforters needed a larger machine than mine, and the towels needed hot water, which my machine is not fond of.  I was writing a letter to a friend, and what better to write about than my fellow laundromat patrons.

I dubbed one guy Drew Carey, because he was heavy-set, had a crew cut, and wore geeky glasses.  He folded his laundry on the premises, which I know other laundramats frown upon, seemed to be doing his entire wardrobe,  and pulled his mask down under his chin.  I felt sympathetic regarding the middle observation, about the entire wardrobe, because I, too, used to wait until I was out of clean underwear.  Full disclosure:  sometimes I bought new.

Another observation was of a guy who I used to work with (no names!).  He did not wear a mask.  I always thought he was a big fat jerk.  But I try not to judge.

I noticed a lady with a long grey braid carrying in sheets of the same pattern I was washing.  A young-ish man (meaning he looked younger than me, at least) kept pulling his sweatpants up as he made trips between his pick-up truck and the laundramat.

My snarky comments continued, but the friend I was writing to might read my blog post, and I don’t like to spoil things for her.  Additionally, I see I am approaching 300 words,  so I hope that is sufficient for Lame Post Friday.  I hope to see you all on Saturday, whatever sort of post it turns out to be.

 

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.

 

Lame Without Parole

I pause in my viewing of Snapped to make this week’s Friday Lame Post.  Incidentally,  this is a really good —

I was about to say a really good episode, which I have not seen before, when I got distracted by another twist in the case at hand.  I just can’t get enough murder and mayhem.  Now it is a commercial, so perhaps I can progress on my blog post.

Of course as soon as I typed that I went blank. What else can I expect on Lame Post Friday?

OK, that episode is over.  Before I get all absorbed in the next one, I have a not so random observation to share.  In fiction, when somebody gets murdered, many people have a motive.  It is much more interesting that way.  When I write a murder mystery, my victim is usually a real slime bucket and few are sorry that he or she is dead.

In real life, however, murder victims are often nice people.  They are kind and loving parents, siblings or spouses.  It’s the murderer that is the real son of a bitch.

I guess this observation falls under the heading No Shit, Sherlock.  Well, what does anybody expect from me on Lame Post Friday?

 

Late, Lame, and Like a Friday

It turns out yesterday was Wuss-out Wednesday.  I fell asleep on the couch without making my blog post.  I have been wanting a lot of sleep lately (cue jokes about my sorely needing beauty rest).  Well, yesterday was kind of like Friday, because I am off work today, so why don’t I dash off a traditional Lame Post Friday post, with random observations and half-baked philosophy.  Traditional kind of fits, too, since today is Thanksgiving.

One random observation I have been making lately is that people are putting up their Christmas decorations.   I LOVE Christmas decorations!  Some folks say it is too early, please can we wait till after Thanksgiving.  This leads me neatly into some half-baked philosophy.

Quite frankly, I can see the point of the Please Wait crowd.  I have been known to speak sternly to those that start talking about Christmas in October.  “Halloween!” I beseech them, “Wait till after Halloween!”

We could go on to ponder how we got to be in such a rush, or why some of us feel the need for three months of Christmas, and how much of this is a profit making scheme of big retail.  Oh, that sounds like a lot of trouble for a late post.

Anyways, I want to go running, and I believe it is not currently precipitating, so I need to get while the gettin’, as they say, is good.

 

Friday the Lame 13th

Hello and welcome to Lame Post Friday.   I am sitting on my deck and hoping that my neighbor finishes mowing his lawn soon.  My lawn could probably use a going over, but that is not on my agenda for this evening.  Anyways, the sound of the mower can count as a Random Observation.  Regular readers know how I like to make random observations on Lame Post Friday.

Oh, how nice.  The first fellow finished, and now a neighbor down the street is working on his lawn!  At least it is further away so not as loud. I suppose I seem rather churlish, complaining about those industriously working while I sit at my leisure.  Well, I can’t help appearances.  Perhaps I am churlish.  I believe I also have some socially redeeming qualities.

There, those last few sentences can count as Half-Baked Philosophy, the other component of a true Friday Lame Post.

I am sorry to keep harping on about my health (or lack thereof) issues, but I am once again not feeling well.  I am hoping it is merely allergies and a decongestant at bedtime will set things right.

In the meantime, I will attempt to pep up this post with a picture or two.  I am enjoying the sight of our Brown-Eyed Susan’s peeping over the edge of the deck.

They want to say hello.

Hmm… It’s a better shot of the deck rail, but perhaps you can get the idea.  Here is a picture of the flowers I took earlier in the season.

We think they are pretty.

I am feeling the distinct urge to finish with a monster photo.  It is Friday the 13th.  I wonder if I can find…

I think this was really a Mother’s Day picture.

This is from the Friday the 13th movies, right? For all my love of horror, I am woefully illiterate about ’70’s slasher flicks. No matter.  I see I am over 300 words.  I think that is fine for Lame Post Friday.  Enjoy the weekend, all!

 

Back to Two Posts Behind: How Lame!

Yes, I missed my Lame Friday Post yesterday.  In my defense, and I guess it’s not much of a defense, I wanted to take a nap before getting ready for a performance of Mornings at Seven at Ilion Little Theatre (I believe I mentioned the play I am in).  Now I am up on Saturday morning, and, ooh, look, its just after seven.  OK, that’s all I got.

Still, blog posts must be made; we’ve gone over that before.

I paused then to go to the bathroom (please do not say TMI, I have a reason for mentioning it). On the way back here, I looked out the window, hoping to make a random observation or two.  Regular readers may remember that I declared Lame Post Friday the day for random observations and half-baked philosophy.

There is a what appears to be a fast food cup in my back yard, right at the back fence.  How did that get there?  Perhaps it blew during one of the wind storms.  I don’t imagine I get many passers-through in my back yard.  One day some little boys were climbing over the fence, but that was a long time ago.  I asked them not to do that, and I don’t think those boys live around here any more.  They would be unlikely to be carrying styrofoam coffee cups during the shenanigans I witnessed anyways (WHY is my computer underlining styrofoam?  That is certainly a word and has been for some time!).

That parenthetical comment could set me up for some half-baked philosophy about what is a word and why does my computer underline some of them, but I am over 200 words.  That is enough nonsense for a late, lame post, I think.  Happy Friday and Saturday, folks.