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All I have for my Saturday Evening Blog Post (You, know, like Saturday Evening Post, only I stuck in Blog) is a few pictures of a great big icicle hanging off my roof.

Can you see how big it is?

Steven noticed it earlier this week and warned me not to park my car directly underneath it. Naturally I wanted to take a picture but did not get a chance till much later.

Can you tell?

I had gone out to meet my friend Kim and when I got home I paused for a few shots. I got one where you can see it is at least as long as a window.

I stood in the road to get that one.

iI suppose it does not make much of a blog post, but at least I find it more amusing than yet another post about Not Making a Blog Post Today. I hope at least for tomorrow I can make at least some semblance of a Post. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

Has Wrist to Forehead Sunday Become a Cliche?

A winter storm, or at least winter weather started hitting the Mohawk Valley this morning.  I went running well before the precipitation, although it was frightfully cold.  It turns out I don’t mind running in cold weather. If I had gotten on here earlier and made a Sunday Running Commentary post,  I would be all set right now.  Oh well, that ship sailed, as they say (I have many times observed that one can often get away with using a cliche, if one adds “as they say” or “the proverbial”).

Where was I?  Ah yes, indulging in cliche and trying to make a blog post. I think we can legitimately call this a Wrist to Forehead Sunday. I am feeling a bit swoony on the sofa and I don’t care who knows it.

Clearly this is not me, but I know just how she feels.

I really am sorry to be making yet another post about not being able to make a decent blog post.  I’m afraid it has become the rule rather than the  exception.  On the other hand, I am making my Sunday post on Sunday. That has to count for something, doesn’t it?

Oh dear, is “has to count for something” another cliche?  I would hang my head in shame, but I am pretty sure that IS a cliche.  I bet it is also a cliche to promise to try to do better tomorrow.  How embarrassing!  I’ll have to sprinkle “the proverbial” over this post out of a salt shaker!

But Happy Sunday, everyone.

 

Tale of a Tired Tuesday

I am sitting on my couch listening to sleet hit the windows and somebody plow out the neighbor’s driveway.  They are taking a long time about it, I must say.  I am going to talk about the weather for my Tired Tuesday post.  “Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it”  (said in an airhead tone of voice).

The weather people were threatening a winter storm for today.  I kept saying, ” They don’t KNOW, they’re just guessing.” Of course, it is a highly educated guess.  I don’t know as much as the weather people do.  My bunions are far from accurate, as are the headaches I get from barometric pressure (yes, I’m just guessing about that).  At any rate, it did start to snow right around 10 a.m., as predicted.

I told Steven I was going to come home, park in the street, and shovel out the end of the driveway so I could back in.  He said, “Come home, pull in, and come inside.”  I made no promises.  When I left work it had already switched over to sleet, rather than waiting till five or so as predicted (so you see the weather folks were not completely accurate).  As usual, I appreciated my perverse sense of humor which leads me to laugh at bad weather.  I giggled and chuckled even as it felt like sharp pebbles were striking my cheeks.

Wind had been blowing, so some cars in the parking lot were more snow-covered than others.  Based on my usual luck, I predicted my car would be one of the covered ones.  It was, but as I approached, I saw that somebody was already cleaning it off!  It was my work friend, Kathy, who usually parks near where I usually park.  Her SUV was already clear.

“What a sweetie you are!”  I started the car and grabbed my own brush.  My little car was soon clear. I thanked my friend profusely and got going.

The drive home could have been a lot worse. As it was, roads were either snow-covered or icy, mostly the former, so that was OK.  I knew I would do no shoveling when I got home.  Sleet is painful!  When I got home, Steven met me at the door, prepared to forcibly prevent me from shoveling if need be.  There was no need.

So this is the extent of my Tired Tuesday post.  I did not think to take any pictures of the snow outside before it got dark, so you must use your imagination, if you are so inclined.  In the meantime, Happy Tuesday, and I hope to see you all on Wuss-out Wednesday (or whatever kind of a Wednesday it turns out to be).

 

Weather or Not I’m Lame

Did you know that Tuesday is the first day of spring?

I particularly like the bare trees.

This is the view from my front porch.  I stepped out with my Tablet to capture a graphic demonstration of why I forgot that it is almost spring.

I’ve seen bigger snowbanks, but still.

Here is a view in the other direction.  My only pleasure is to see the bare sidewalks.  I have not been running lately and want to start again.  Perhaps tomorrow.

I love my tree.

This is not the best shot of this tree, I see now.  I thought as I took it that it might be better to move off the porch, perhaps even across the street.  However, I was in my slippers.  Hey, I bestirred myself to get off the couch.  I only have so much oomph on Lame Post Friday.  Or any other day.

Earlier this afternoon, my friend Kim and I went to a wine tasting at Valley Wine and Liquor.  We were not best pleased with the cold temperature, and even less so when it started snowing.

“Who ordered this?” she demanded.  I denied responsibility.  At least the wine tasting was good.  Perhaps I can write more about it in another post.

For right now, though, it is Lame Post Friday, and the best I can do is share these pictures and gripe about the weather.  You would think I would be in a better mood, if you thought about me at all, which I do not seriously expect.  Actually, that last sentence gave me a chuckle, which improved my mood.  Finishing my blog post improves the mood even further.  I hope to see you all again on Scattered Saturday, even if it does snow.

 

Wordless Wednesday with Love

I would really like to get back into making more “real” posts (although some of my readers seem to like the foolish ones) (I confess to enjoying them myself).  However, the Mohawk Valley weather conspires against me.  Wow, that makes me sound important:  the weather is purposefully doing things to keep me from having Mohawk Valley adventures.  In fact, the only adventure I was planning today was a run, about which I would write a Running Commentary post.  Instead, I spent 35 minutes shoveling the driveway (yes, I timed it, how else would I know if it could count as today’s exercise?).

Right now I am feeling a little sheepish, because I typed in the headline before beginning the post.  I see that I am not quite as wordless as I thought.  As a matter of fact, I took a further pictures of our Valentine decorations which I thought would make a good blog post.  Steven added a couple of decorations, and I had not noticed.  I will first share the original picture:

Another round of applause for Steven’s decorating prowess, please.

 

Oh, silly me, I neglected to turn on the juke box.

Did you see them?  Well, here are two close-ups:

“Wanna kiss me, duckies?” (that’s a line from a movie)

Perhaps the XOXO should be XXX, since he is next to a shot glass.

We have quite a collection of rubber duckies, acquired at various times.  Perhaps I will do a blog post on them one day.  In the meantime, I say Happy Wednesday!  The snow is supposed to stop soon.