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Some Skeleton, Mostly Cinema Sunday

We have been having an enjoyable, leisurely Sunday, and I am not that into making a blog post. What a bum.  However, according to my rules for me, I am obligated to make a blog post if I possibly can.  I am pretty sure I can, but it may be of the Wrist to Forehead Sunday variety.

He is fine, yes.

As often is the case, I watched a DVR’d episode of Svengoolie. I record that show every week. I love it.  We watched Brides of Dracula, a Hammer Horror Film, which I believe I have seen before, without benefit of horror host. I may actually have a picture of this movie in my Media Library,  but I despair of finding it tonight.

Three of my living room friends.

Here is Bonita, one of our skeletons.  I arranged her differently today for Halloween decorating purposes.  I mean to take some pictures for blogging purposes soon.  Santa, in the background, is also dressed for the season.  Darling Duck, not yet.

A young Christopher Lee!

How nice: I found a picture of another movie we watched: Horror Hotel.  It is creepy, yes.

I might look good in such an outfit.

We also watched The Invisible Man with Claude Rains.  What a marvellous actor that man was.  We also watched a DVR’d episode of Mystery Science Theatre 3000, but that one barely rates a mention.

However, I have managed over 200 words of a Cinema Sunday.  I guess I do not have to swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead after all.

 

I Post with a Little Help from my Friend

Speaking of these things happen, I did not make my Monday post on Monday, so here I sit Tuesday morning typing frantically.  At least, it is not really frantically, since I do not have to rush off to work or anywhere.  However, I am on the laptop, which I am rarely on lately, typing with all ten fingers, so I can make this post a little more quickly, thus posting it closer to Monday.

Bonita is mortified that I did not make my Monstrous Monday post.

I guess if I had a Scattered Sunday I can have a Wrist to Forehead Monday and post it late.  This was our skeleton Bonita back in November.  I like to change her clothes periodically.

One of my favorite shots.

I might as well make Bonita the star of this post, since right now I got nuthin’ else.  At least, I have one good thing to write about, but the pictures for it are in the Tablet and I really wanted to do some ten-fingered typing this morning.  I guess I already mentioned that, proving that I really do got nuthin’.

I do love a fashionable skeleton.

Here is a more recent picture.  Bonita does not look like this right now, because I moved her with the idea that I was going to use the footstool myself, for my lazy feet.  Steven asked, “Where’s our girl?”  I must find another seat for her soon, and perhaps another outfit.  I will be sure to share a picture of her when I do.

 

Sorry, But I’m Not Apologizing

I guess we all knew this was going to be a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I went running this morning yet did not feel a Running Commentary post welling up within me. Likewise, no amount of movie watching has made me inclined for a Sunday Cinema post.  These things happen, I suppose.

The fact is, I feel not the slightest obligation to apologize for a foolish post during this stressful time.  Clearly, to run around having Mohawk Valley adventures would be irresponsible.   I am more than willing to risk my own health.   Alas, as is so often the case,  it is not only about me.

So shall I spend the next week or two hiding behind the Corona Virus (or as I prefer to call it, Covid 19) and posting only the lamest material?  That could happen.  I maintain it is the right thing to do, because some people are entertained by my nonsense, and entertainment is a definite service in times of quarantine.

Of course I will attempt to publish the most amusing posts possible.  I fear not much is possible today,  hence my Wrist to Forehead status.  On the other hand,  I am having a fairly enjoyable Sunday.  One cannot have everything.  Even if I have a dreadful day, I will strive to have a better blog post tomorrow.

 

Wrist to Father’s Day?

I am torn between my usual Wrist to Forehead Sunday post and posting a profound thank you to my father, in honor of Father’s Day.  Well, I am poised with the back of one wrist on my forehead because although my father deserves the most profound and thankful of posts, I just don’t know how capable I am of writing such a post.

I really have the most wonderful father.   When I was a little, little girl, I thought he was funny enough to be a comedian on TV, because when we were watching Underdog and they would sing,  “Unnnderdog!” my Dad would sing, “Unnderwear!”  As the years went on, I had no reason to revise my opinion.   My father is funny as all get out.  My whole family has a lot of laughs when we get together.

My father is also highly skilled at many things.  His hobby is restoring classic cars.  Come to think of it, I need to bring my Tablet to his house, take some pictures and do a blog post about some of his projects.  Dad is also a craftsman when it comes to painting and hanging paper, among other household improvements. He has offered to help me with my poor house, although first I have to clean, and let us not contemplate that revolting necessity.

I will also mention that I seek advice from my father in many situations.   Remember when you were a teenager and you thought you knew everything and your parents were woefully ignorant?  Boy were we wrong!  Actually,  I think I always knew my Dad knew more than me, at least about some things.   Now I know, it’s A LOT OF THINGS!

I guess I can’t be as profound as my Dad deserves,  but I can say, I love you,  Dad.  Thank you for being you.

 

I Needed a Little Christmas

Instead of a Wrist to Forehead Sunday nor yet a Sunday Cinema, I will post about our up and coming Christmas decorations. Today was a little warmer than the past two days, so we seized the opportunity to get some lights onto our front porch.  The results fall short of other front lawn and porches, yet I feel they are worthy of some notice.

Oh yeah, we put up a couple of wreaths, too.

After impatiently waiting for the sun to go down (yes, much earlier this time of year, let us not begin that lament!), I stood across the street in the road and got this picture.  Actually, I walked into the middle of the road, but no cars were coming, so it was all right.

He looks better in real life than in the picture.

New this year, I put one of our Santas in an upstairs window.  Full disclosure:  I thought of this after I had carried said Santa from the attic to our second floor.  I did not want to carry him down another flight.  Our other Santa has been on the landing, three steps up from the ground floor, since last Christmas.  I think this Santa looks cool in the upstairs window, although he is a little washed out in the picture.  These things happen when one is not a professional photographer, as obviously I am not.

He’s older, he’s awesome, thanks Mom and Dad!

We put our older, better Santa on the porch. My Mom and Dad found him at a second hand shop when they were visiting my sister in Pennsylvania.  I just love a vintage Santa Claus!

“I’m just an angel in disguise!”

It is difficult to get a good picture of our front porch with that large tree in front, but Steven will not hear of cutting it back. Nonetheless, I tried to get a picture of the angel that graces the middle of our lights.  I hope she shows up enough for the pic.

So here is my little bit of Christmas, for the end of Thanksgiving and my birthday weekend.  Tomorrow I go back on overtime, so I hope I can still manage somewhat decent blog posts.  Time will tell (Time is certainly a blabbermouth, although I have already done that joke).  Happy Sunday, everybody!

 

Not Wrist, Random

I cannot possibly have a Wrist to Forehead Sunday today, because I have Monday off.  Don’t hate on me, those of you who must work.  I have worked plenty of Monday holidays in my life.  This does not mean I will make a decent blog post.  It has gotten hot and humid again, and we have been sitting in front of fans watching movies.  Get it?  We’re movie fans.  It must be bad joke Sunday.  Anyways, I downloaded a couple of movie pictures, so here we go.

This is pretty much as creepy as it looks, but not quite in the way you may think. If you indulge in commonplace thoughts.

Steven recently acquired Mr. Brooks (2007) from a cousin who was downsizing his movie collection.  I remember going to the theatre to see this movie.  I had forgotten it was as recently as 2007 (ooh, there’s a sign of age: eleven years ago is recent!  Oh, my grey hair and arthritis!).  It turns out I had forgotten a LOT about it, as had Steven.  We were fascinated!  I may have to write a whole blog post about the movie, although it was far from cheesy, which is my usual kind of movie to write about.

Since Mr. Brooks was rather intense and dark, we wanted something lighter for our second feature.  I suggested another we had not seen recently: Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993).  My sister Cheryl gave us that DVD but for some reason it is not one we pop in a lot.  I love Cary Elwes (“Because, unlike other Robin Hoods, I have an English accent”).  Ooh, I just saw the connection between the two movies:  Kevin Costner starred in Mr. Brooks AND was the Robin Hood referred to in the parenthetical quote.

A straight arrow if ever there was one!

We disagreed briefly about our third feature but at last settled on The Big Chill (1983).  To me that is a Sunday night movie, and it has a great soundtrack.  Moreover, it features William Hurt and Kevin Costner, who were both in Mr. Brooks, in case you did not recognize them from the first picture.  Unfortunately, Kevin Costner plays the dead guy, and they cut all the flashback scenes he got to act in.  We only see him briefly as a lifeless body in the opening credits.

Wouldn’t you love to be hanging out with these guys?

So we didn’t really have a theme for our Sunday movies.  It’s too bad, because I could have gotten into a Severed Head Sunday.  Maybe next week.

 

Alas, No Severed Heads for Me

Joan is obviously charmed to meet Gloria, but Jack looks less than thrilled.

It is that moment on a Sunday when I realize:  I’ve got to make my blog post, so I can get back to sitting on the couch, knitting, and watching television.  It is movies rather than Snapped today, and we began with Sudden Fear, starring Joan Crawford, Jack Palance, and Gloria Grahame.  I do enjoy a film noir on a gloomy Sunday (and almost any other day or weather), although ideally I like to sip Pinot Noir whilst I watch.  However, you can’t have everything.

Speaking of other things I didn’t get today, I wanted to have a Severed Head Sunday.  I have a number of movies that involve heads that part company as it were.  Unfortunately, we have just recently watched two.

Obviously, she feels strongly about matters.

I think I even mentioned that I watched the heart-warming classic Straitjacket on Mother’s Day.  Joan always played a mother so memorably.

“May I have this dance?”

We watched House on Haunted Hill last night.  Actually, in that movie, real severed heads are only mentioned.  The severed head you see turns out to be a fake.  Oh dear, ought I to have included a spoiler alert for that?  I don’t think it will materially injure anybody’s enjoyment of the movie.

It is early in the day, so I suppose I could still fit in a movie with severed heads.  Maybe Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte.

Isn’t she lovely?

Bette Davis, an unsolved murder involving a severed head, what’s not to like?  For once, I’m not having a Wrist to Forehead Sunday.

 

Scattered Sunday follows Scattered Saturday

My fun weekend continues and I hurry to make Sunday’s post before I reach the Wrist to Forehead portion of the day (you know, as Monday becomes more imminent) (and, please, don’t any of you point out that Monday has been imminent since last Tuesday, I have no interest in pursuing any pedantic arguments this morning).

Steven got up early for work, but I lazily stayed in bed another hour or so and got up feeling much more rested than I had expected.  Tracy slept in even later and got up after Steven had left for work.  We decided to go out for breakfast.  After some discussion of our options, we chose The Knight Spot in Frankfort, NY.  They were quite busy, but we had a yummy breakfast of an omelet (Tracy) and sausage on a hard roll (me).

I was driving, so we took a more circuitous route out of Frankfort.  That way I could point out various businesses and landmarks I thought Tracy would be interested in.  We also stopped by the S.S. Maria Addolorata Prayer Garden on Sheldon Avenue.  I have been to the prayer garden before and even written about it for Mohawk Valley Living magazine.  With our late spring, however, I wondered what shape it was in right now.  It is lovely.  We walked through and admired it.  I must remember it as a spot to go and sit when I am feeling particularly stressed.

Back home, we stopped at a couple of nearby garage sales, enjoying a very nice chat with a couple of neighbors.  I purchased an old thermos.  I have another old thermos which I love, because it keeps coffee really hot for a very long time.  I feel certain the one I bought today is old enough to be equally efficient.

Now we are merely awaiting Steven’s return from work (it is a short day for him).  He may want to check out the garage sales, too.  We may also go for ice cream.  It’s a beautiful day, and we are having a great weekend.  Happy Sunday, everyone.

 

 

Posting from the Couch

Earlier today I remembered (and posted on Facebook) my personal rule for myself (as opposed to my personal rules for other people, which we won’t get into right now) that on Sundays it is OK for me to be completely useless.  It occurs to me that this is the source of my Wrist to Forehead Sundays: the conflict between the fact that I am useless and the nagging suspicion that I ought not to be.  I suppose a blogger could take a day or two off in the course of a week, but we all know, that’s not for me.

I’m thinking I will eschew Wrist to Forehead Sunday and begin a feature called Sweats and Sweetie Sunday.  I reach the bra off, sweats on portion of the day very early on many Sundays.  Additionally, my husband Steven is usually off work by one in the afternoon, and we almost never have the same day off, so Sunday is our day together.  We do get silly (what a surprise), so I will feel free to get silly on my Sunday post (which will differentiate it from the other days a week not at all).

Today is National Cheese Day. I thought I would like to mark it by watching cheesy horror movies.  However, we could not think of one we really wanted to see today.  I was actually in the mood to watch something like The Postman Always Rings Twice.  During our great discussion about what movie to watch (we would probably watch more movies if we spent less time deciding which movie to watch, but there’s no point in chasing dreams), we started suggesting movies substituting “cheese” for one of the words in the title.  And can I just say, movie makers who make movies with one-word titles are most inconsiderate.

Our suggestions included Cheese on Haunted Hill, Cheese on the Orient Express, All About Cheese, The Bride of Cheesenstein, Plan Cheese from Outer Space (which we just recently watched), Grosse Point Cheese, and His Cheese Friday.  Finally we settled on The Postman Always Rings Cheese.  It is not a cheesy movie, but it could be argued that the characters are a little sleazy (but I shall not argue that, because it would be too much trouble on Sweats and Sweetie Sunday).  Now we are watching Hush… Hush… Sweet Cheese.  Steven had to ask if it was Hush… Hush… Sweet Cheese or Cheese… Cheese… Sweet Charlotte.  It was the former, because in my On This Day in Facebook, I noted that I had made a blog post with just that title.

As an additional note:  Cecil Kellaway is in both of our movie choices for today.  That makes it a Cecil Kellaway film festival.  I hope my blog post has entertained somebody.  As for myself, I am going to continue to sit on the couch and enjoy my movies, cheesy and otherwise.  Happy Sunday, everyone.

 

Not a Wrist to Forehead Run

I will probably be doing a lot more Running Commentary posts for the next month and a half (or so), as I continue to prepare for the Utica Boilermaker 15K.  I thought I was in excellent shape for it already, having run just over an hour yesterday.  My feeling is if you can run one hours, you can run two; just don’t stop.  And I have run the Boilermaker in under two hours each time I have run in.  Then again (second guessing myself is apparently my favorite indoor sport), I took a three hour nap yesterday afternoon.  Maybe I’m not in such great shape (although I still maintain that round and puffy is a shape).

Today I have a few things I would like to get done, and I will not have time for a three-hour nap, so I thought I would run less than one hour.  This is not my normal M.O.  Usually I make long runs on both weekend days, when I don’t have to work.  However, this is a three day weekend.  I can go for a long run on Memorial Day.  I will wear an army t-shirt and run in honor of fallen soldiers.  So today could be a shorter, easier run with no hills.

I made this plan while I was still in bed, knowing it would be a good idea to get up but really wanting to sleep some more.  I finally talked myself into rising and immediately started drinking water from the bottle I habitually keep next to the bed. I got right into running clothes and was out the door before I had decided which direction to run in.  I turned the opposite way from what I usually take, toward State Street instead of German.  I had only gotten a block when somebody called a greeting.  It was the owner of Chico and Bear, two neighborhood dog buddies of mine.

She was dressed for church and taking the pups for a business meeting.  I stopped my watch and went over to pet the pups and chat with the person. I told her I had thought of going to church yesterday but woke up from my nap twenty minutes after mass started.  When we finished our chat, I reset my watch to zero and started again.  This time I ran down Church Street toward Main.  I still had no idea where I would go but knew I could figure it out as I went.  The sun was in my eyes, so I turned up Prospect and headed toward German.

On German, I turned left, so the sun was behind me.  I decided to run up the hill by Valley Health.  Yes, I had thought “no hills” but one hill was not so bad, especially compared to what I ran yesterday and what I hope to run tomorrow.  As I got to Valley Health, I mixed things up a little by going around the building the opposite way I usually do.  It’s the little things that add interest to my runs.  Running in front of the building as I was, I realized I was on an upslope.  I had never noticed it being a downslope when I ran on it in the opposite direction.  And isn’t that a metaphor for life, I thought.  We don’t always notice when things are a little easier, but, boy, let them get the least bit harder and wham!

I did not mind the upslope, nor yet the steeper hill.  Soon enough I was running down the side I usually run up.  The view is much better the other way, but I appreciated seeing something a little bit different.  I ran down to the Jr/Sr High School, eventually going over the little footbridge.

I ended up running for 37 minutes, and I felt pretty damn good about it.  I got tired by the end but concentrated on my breathing.  I know how getting a VCD (vocal chord dysfunction) attack can rack me up later in the day.  I felt truly awesome on my cool-down walk.  I feel pretty pleased with myself that I have made my blog post already too.  It looks as if I am not going to have a Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  I hope everybody else’s weekend is going as well.