Dancing in Limbo

Well, it actually has been a bit with a no post post. 

.....the times I forgot to write or hit publish notwithstanding. 

The Muses, or someone like them, have yet to be seen today. Or yesterday, I suppose. 

We all get the day off. 

...as for the title image: I just typed 'nothing going on' into Gooooogle and looked under 'images'. I had to scroll to find one, but this caught my eye. 

Actually, I'd have that hanging in the house if I had a version of the painting. 

Song by: Kirsty MacColl

Green Onions

I honestly have nothing of note. 

While I still stay away from news, with this Venezuela thing, I've just stayed away from social media too. I believe the kids are calling it 'raw dogging'. 

I played my NYT word games, texted those results to my friends - and well............that was it for the day in terms of connecting with anyone or thing. 

Hell, I even made a new dinner thing yesterday and had zero motivation to take pics for a Cooking segment. As it turns out, it was good, so I'm sure I'll make it again and I can capture it for you all at that time. 

Oh, I suppose on weird anecdote: 

While prepping dinner, part of it was slicing or chopping green onions. I mean, I use these a lot and for some reason for the thousands of times I've bought and prepped them this memory has never crossed my mind. 

When I was a kid - like 8 - I would take whatever green onions my mother had in the crisper and just eat them. Just the white and light green parts. Like - as a snack. 

Who does that? And to narrow it down - what KID does that? 

Most kids probably stayed away from anything in the allium-adjacent foods. But I like the flavour and the kick they had. I can't really describe the why though - and it went on for years. 

I have therapy later this morning - I suppose I could bring up the 'repressed memory', but I don't think that's really the root of my problem(s). 

On another note - I looked on and off all day the other day for a red sweatshirt I needed. I couldn't find it anywhere. I'm talking looking most of the day - but casually.  Not in the laundry or my gym bag. Not on a hook. Not in a drawer. 

Had I just looked down I would have seen I was wearing it. 

That one might need to come up during my appointment. 

Song by: Booker T and the MGs

That's It

You know, it's vacation. 

What's to write about? 

I'm not in the mood to discuss BLOTUS militarizing DC. 

We are in the last throes of Hurricane Erin. We saw no bad stuff, but the surf is rough. Red flags everywhere. Allegedly our beach had 50 rescues the week before due to rip currents. 

Save going in knee deep after a run and splashing myself with the Atlantic, I haven't been in. Yesterday it seemed much calmer, but I was lazy and read all day. Well, we did do a five mile walk. 

Mondays are generally my 'rest' day from running. One of them. I needed it too. So, I got up late, ate my gruel and read. I'll start book #2 today. 

Sunday it was ok to run a little later than I normally do. The temps have gone up up up, so I suspect I will be running before the sun fully rises tomorrow. It'll be a quick 6-8 miles. Or is the plan in my head. 

Allegedly we'll be able to see a rocket launch tonight (last night now), but it's getting foggy, so I suspect we will see nothing, which is a shame. 

Ok. That's it. Almost time for bed. 

Song by: the Cars

I Got Nothing

It has been a while since I've done a nothing post. 

Muses or not, I have nothing planned out. I'm fine taking a breather for a day. 

Enjoy your free period.

Song by: the Bangles

Empty

I guess it's one of these no-post posts. 

The image suggests a more philosophical approach is applicable here, but I honestly don't think I'm that deep. 

Well, I know I'm not. 

"We" are pushing 21:00 and I got nothing to offer. Perhaps I never have. 

Now that is philosophical!!!

(it isn't). 

If it's any consolation, tomorrow is dog and cat day.

Song by: Garbage

Nothing

Well, I made it to day 15 of the year. 

14 of those I had "something to say".  Allegedly. 

To be fair, it's been since November 24th since I've had a 'nothing' post. It was also a Wednesday. Coincidence? 

Do I just morph this blog into skipping days when I have nothing, as opposed to writing a post that I have nothing? 

Lots of other blogs don't post daily.  It's a slippery slope. 

But I'm cold and going to the bedroom to read my book. 

Song by: Depeche Mode

Zero

It's a little early in the month for this, but I got nothing. 

I know Stormy was supposed to testify today - I think, but, I didn't even gander at headlines. 

I'm on a bad bend in my mental taper for the marathon, which is in 10 days. So I won't delve into that - if only for my own sanity. 

I'll leave you with a few of former Cav, Kevin Love - also a zero.  

Song by: Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Nothing

The Muses, or someone like them, have abandoned me. 

I can't say I blame them. As I've been told by others, I'm exhausting. 

I'm not informed enough to comment on Taiwan's earthquake.  Or was it Thailand?  And I can't with anything BLOTUS related either.

There are 43 days until the Cleveland Marathon, of which I feel ill-prepared. If I can get to 18 or 20 miles, I'll feel more confident. Actually, I am confident I can finish, but not with a record time.   ....and I have enough running posts. 

So, I'm calling it. 

Hopefully, the Muses shall return......should they exist at all. 

Song by:  Dwight Yoakam

Nada

It's official.  I've run out of time. 

No planned post. Nothing interesting in the news - as I just can't with SCOTUS, BLOTUS or Pappy Joe. 

I don't even have any good running anecdotes. 

I'm calling it:  time of death on this post - 21:10.  

Nothing to see here. Go about your day. 

Song by: Ricky Martin

Nothing

I got nothing. 

That is all. 

the Night Before

Sorry folks. 

Time ran out.  Well, that's not exactly true. While I had a "free" day, I did run with my new running group and it was great, even though it was 40 and poured for the entire 6 miles. 

But tea and pastries were good and I had a few great conversations with the new group - and two folks who weren't there last week. 

Then a hike with Shep and then a two HOUR nap. 

After that, I was just lazy. 

But it's xmas eve. We have few plans for the day. That's ok. It's good just to kick back and do little.  ...just like I did today. 

Have a great day. 

Song by: the Beatles

Hangin' by a Thread

I don't really have a formulated post today. I guess I don't on lots of days, but you know - fake it til you make it. 

We opted to get a tree this year. Sometimes we just don't - be it a mood or lack of one. This year it came down to two things:  price and..............Simon!

Our other cats over the years were all girls. Not that they can't be bad, but save Kylie in the tree once back in 1993 (?), none of the others have cared. Yeah, they like to go after the water in the base, but, never in the tree - and have never broken an ornament 

Simon is not those girls. He's all curiosity and mischief. 

First off - tree prices. Oy.  Sky high where we usually get (and got) our tree. There is something to be said for shopping around. My friend Bob got his tree elsewhere, it's bigger, fuller and cheaper than ours To get one that sized from where we purchased - and I'm not kidding - another $115. 

But we went smaller, and cheaper.  Because.............Simon. 

710 used fishing line to secure the tree to something stable in case one cat did one leap into one tree. 

If he's been in it, we haven't seen him there........or any damage. 

We left it bare for a week and then opted only to but non-glass / non-precious ornaments on. So far; so good. 

I'm not sure Simon or a landfill and 100,000 years could destroy my Cub Scout creation made out of a L'Egg's pantyhose container.  Just look at the craftmanship that a second grader did. 

Say what you will, that motherfucker has lasted over 50 years. I believe Antiques Road Show would call it "vintage" and "priceless". 

You gotta admit, that is some good glue. Glitter still adhered and has been since Nixon was president. 

Oddly, I still remember the Den Mother's house and the basement in which I made that L'Egg. I can picture her, but not her son, and I know exactly where the house is / was, but not their name. That's unlike me. 

It was one of the few things I salvaged from my parent's house when we cleaned it out and sold it. I have another marvel made out of a styrofoam ball and wrapping paper. I don't want to overwhelm you with beauty, so perhaps I'll show that off next year. 

The tree is hanging by a thread. The ornament too. Possibly me. Just a little while until 2024. 

Song by: Jann Arden

Big Fat Zero

I honestly got nothing. 

The Muses, should they exist at all, must be on a day trip......or two. 

There are days I struggle - not just to write, but in general. This would be one those days. I suppose I could write, should I be able think of a subject. 

Politics depresses me. Politics adjacent things might depress me more. 

I suppose I should know it would turn into nothing. My morning 5 miler yielded nothing. Somehow my watch recorded nothing. I got no stats. I got no credit. I mean, did it even happen? Bother. 

So, now it's time for dessert then bed. 

Song by: Graham Parker

Tired

You know the other day when I said I had nothing to write about, and then wrote about stuff?

Not today. 

I might even have something to say, but I am SO tired, I couldn't possibly formulate anything of note.  

I'm letting myself off the hook and going to bed.  And that's happening before 21:00.  I'm that tired. 

Enjoy your day. 

Song by: LCD Soundsystem

Nothing

I suppose I don't have nothing. I just ran out of time. 

I'll write about today tomorrow. 

Bedtime Story

Honestly, I got nothing. 

I'm just tired. Possibly still blue, though trying to break out of that. But tomorrow is almost here - the end of the week, for what that's worth. 

My gym crush is back on my gym schedule, so.......yay. We actually chatted about his future, as he's finishing his residency at the end of June. His Fellowship will be elsewhere - shame......for me. 

He has no ties to the area - no girlfriend or wife, he said. He didn't say he didn't have a boyfriend. Or he was just telling me he was straight without telling me he was straight. 

I wasn't looking to marry him. But he's pretty to look at........at least for the next month. 

Ok, off to bed. Gym time comes early. 

Song by:  Madonna

Enjoy the Silence

I have run out of time to write anything.  Or even do the nonesense post. 

Saturday was a long and busy day.  I'll give you all your Sunday back.   Enjoy the day. 

Song by: Depeche Mode

Zero

It has been an exhausting week. 

Yesterday, I literally had meetings from 07:30 until 16:00.  No breaks. I actually got nothing done at all. Yeah, I had a few decent discussions, but nothing that I had to do actually got completed. Some didn't even get started. 

And I'm tired. 

So my creative juices are gone. 

Oh, tried to attach a pic. Something in Blogger is not allowing this.   

Bother

Nada

It's mid month, right?  Past even. 

And I haven't done a 'nothing' post in well over a month.  But I'm taking one today. 

No Muses.  No mood.  No post. 

Enjoy your Sunday.  We are going to Bow Wow Beach!

Again

Two days in a row: nothing. 

The Muses caught a Trailways to an unknown destination. Most likely somewhere more hopping than my head - somewhere like Muncie. 

Oddly, I have a few ideas formulating in my head, but not gestated enough to actually release them. 

Work hasn't been horrid, so I can't blame that, but the days are long, especially when it's 710's week to actually have to go into the office. 

Everything just ends later. Home. Dog walks. Dinner. Then when it comes to this, well...............then I'm stuck. 

I'll be better. 

Probably. 

I'm not promising you anything, Whoopi. 

Song by: Lenny Kravitz