Friday, October 13, 2017
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
I wish progress came more rapidly. I know! I know! Don’t we all? I keep a spreadsheet with measurements. Update it each quarter. In May, flexed bicep was 15.5 inches. Yesterday it was 15.75 inches. So much hard work for a quarter of an inch that in reality could be a measurement anomaly. Oh well; back to the gym. Going to hit 17 inches someday.
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Everyday I glance at my phone to check the time before leaving work.
Everyday, it tells me the drive time to the gym.
I don't tell it that I'm going to the gym. I don't ask for driving conditions between work and the gym.
Regardless, it's there.
I have to admit that I'm a little freaked out that my phone knows me so well.
I feel a little shame when I think I'm in a bit of a rut.
Maybe I'll surprise my phone and stop off for a beer then go home.
Somehow I think it will anticipate that and give me the drive time to a bar.
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Last night I had a dream.
In the dream, I was on a roller coaster; but the roller coaster had a car that was for a single person. It was also fully enclosed with wide expanses of glass allowing me to see out.
I was riding along and the scenery I passed through was beautiful. There were jungle scenes, underwater scenes, beauty everywhere I looked.
But I realized I had been on the roller coaster for a very long time and really needed to get off.
But no one could hear me when I yelled out that I needed for the ride to end.
It just kept going and going and I was feeling ever more frustration.
Saturday, January 7, 2017
Let me start by saying that I tend to sleep on top of the covers. Bare ass naked without even a sheet.
To say I'm hot natured is an understatement.
But this morning, about 3:00, I woke up extremely cold. I looked around and the house was completely dark. No street light glow peaking from behind the curtain. No alarm clock with its telltale blue numbers. No hum of the fan on the furnace.
It took a moment for my sleep addled brain to comprehend what was going on. The only sound was a steady tapping on the windows.
I got up; looked out. Sleet covered the driveway, grass and sidewalk. No power. Not the way I wanted to start a Saturday.
I went back to bed and yes pulled the covers up tight. I was ready to hunker down for a long cold night.
I'm happy to say the power came back on by the time I woke again at 8:00. I had kicked the cover off and the house was toasty.
Thank goodness for the dedicated employees of the power company. Just hope they keep that electricity humming the rest of the weekend.
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Let me go back to a conversation between Hubby and me a few days ago…
Hubby - There are bunches of leaves on the deck. It's a real mess.
Me - Yeah, I haven't had time or available bins to put the leaves in. I concentrated on the front yard so the Christmas decorations would look better without a bunch of leaves all over the yard.
Hubby - Well we need to hire a professional to get the leaves off the deck.
Me - A professional?
Hubby - Yes, a professional. It's such a mess there has to be a professional who can get the leaves off the deck. I just don't see another way.
Me - A professional… Today, could you take a broom and sweep the leaves off the deck?
Hubby - No, they need to be gotten up. I don't know. They need to be gone somehow.
Me - Like with the vacuum mulcher that I use in the front yard?
Hubby - Maybe. But they need to go away. We need a professional.
Me - If you sweep the leaves off the deck, I can mulch and bag them. The city will pick them up on Tuesday. They come every week.
Hubby - No, no. We need a professional. This is too big a job for us.
It took less than 5 minutes to sweep and about 10 minutes to mulch the leaves. I guess that makes me a professional. Wonder how much I can charge…
Saturday, December 10, 2016
Have you rushed to the freezer in hopes of finding one thing, anything that would fill two more plates?
After scrounging through the freezer, stumble across something hidden in the back? Not just hidden, forgotten. So forgotten that one must chip away the frost to free the container from the shelf?
Have you ever hoped against hope that somehow this contains something still edible? What could this be? Chili or beef stew? When opened, it looked somewhat like Alpo.
“Maybe it's ok” you think as you thaw it in the microwave. But when thawed, it doesn't smell like stew but more like something fresh from one’s colon.
“What's that? You never did that?”
“Oh! Ah… me neither.”