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- 10:23 Listening to "Tales of Hoffman" on the radio and dreaming that we could be at the Met right now for the performance.
for Christmas!!
For a week, I have been prepping the cat for the trip home:
- Pulled out his carrier so he could get used to it before I took him to the vet for his checkup
- Took him to the vet - and he was unhappy as expected
- Bought a new soft carrier for him to travel to Canada on the plane; he did not like it. He even pooped in it this week to show just how much he detested it.
- Drove to Houston and he was mad at me for 2 out of the 3 hour drive, during the last hour, he came out of the carrier and laid on my lap
- This morning, put him in the soft carrier for the flight and he was meowing/complaining on the way to the airport.
- Since I ignored his pleas to take him out, he was mad at me and turned his back to me whenever I tried talking to him
It made me realize that he didn't see the big picture; he complained every step of the way and even got mad at me. What I did was ultimately take him to place that he loves and where is happy and very much loved.
All this frustration, the disappointments, the heart breaks, the failures... they all lead somewhere. I really need to remember that when something doesn't go my way, it's for a reason. It's all going to work out in the end. I just gotta have faith.
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- 17:05 The box my BIL sent us (at my work) is creating shock and awe among my co-workers. I assume it's xmas presents.
- 19:48 Reading xmas card from friend whose husband I worked with years ago. He died (way too young) several years ago - remembering him fondly.
You all know that I'm fucking nuts, so this will come as no surprise.
On Monday, I was at work, bored, staring down an afternoon with little to do. I did what anyone with a serious mental illness would do: I faked a headache and left work to go work on the house!
I put in a good five hours, feeling pleased that I was getting closer to being ready for my drywall contractor to work next week. The next morning, it occurred to me that I already had an excuse in place, so I called in sick. Good thing I did.
At about 9:30, my drywall contractor called to say that his schedule had changed. He could either start on Wednesday or he wouldn't be able to get to it until the new year.
My people, you know what I did. I said, "Start on Wednesday," and then I threw my ass in gear to get ready for him. I knew I had at least two more days of work to do, so I figured on at least 16 hours. It ended up taking a little longer than that. It was my first and hopefully my last home remodeling all-nighter. Because it's one thing to pull an all-nighter, sitting around eating pizza and studying. It's another thing to spend all night standing on a ladder, scraping, peeling, sanding, and priming.
At about 8 pm, I broke for dinner and went down the block to the nearest fast food place. In the shape I was in, I would normally have gone through the drive-thru, but the bathroom in my basement is sooooo cold. I was willing to face a little public humilation in order to put my ass on a toilet seat that was not glacial.
I took my pee break and went back out to order some dinner. People stepped away from me in line. At the counter, the cashier recoiled. Now I knew I was dirty, but until that moment I hadn't realized just how dirty. I had a cloud of dust and debris around me--the pulverized particulate of fifty years of bad wallpaper choices. And probably not a little in the way of lead paint chips. The cashier didn't even bother to ask if I wanted my food to go; she just bagged it up and handed it to me from arm's length. Only then did I notice the little semi-circle of dust and detritus that I'd left at the counter where I'd been standing.
But wait, there's more. At midnight, about 15 hours into my ordeal, I was dying. I could see I had at least 3 more hours of work and maybe 5 hours. I went out to the local quickie mart for coffee and another pee break in non-artic conditions. An elderly man stood by the counter chatting with the college age cashier. Clearly the old man had reached that point in life where he no longer really needed sleep, so he'd taken to hanging around pestering cashiers at all-night quickie marts.
When I approached with my coffee, the old man smiled at me and said, "Why don't you let me get that for you?"
I was already in a slightly stunned state, but I managed to say, "No, that's okay. I got it."
He persisted, but I already had my money out on the counter.
Having failed to buy me a coffee, the old man said, "Do you have some place warm to stay tonight?"
Yes, that's right, my people. I was so bedraggled looking that I was mistaken for a homeless person. I schlepped my crusty, dusty self back to my 2 bedroom gulag, and went on with the work. At 4:30, I put the last strokes of primer on all the cut wallpaper seams, and dragged myself home to shower and sleep for a few hours.
For the record, I do not recommend this, but I do now have sheetrock on my walls.
Automatic posting from my Twitter Account:
- 18:46 Just read the cutest "Christmas letter" authored by a friend's teenage son for their family. Super cute and funny!
- 20:31 Many thanks to the manager of the Seattle Sephora who helped me put together gifts for some teen girls in need who'd asked for makeup...
- 20:33 ...he added in a nice packet of freebies to round out the gifts - really appreciated that touch!
plus pumpkin lasagne.
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awhile ago, i ranted about the weird lady that was very persistent in getting my attention even while i was plugged into my tunes and clearly ignoring her.
that wasn't the last time she's tried to get my attention. there's been several occassions where she'll find a cardio machine next to mine and start talking. i can't hear her, but i can see her lips move from my peripheral view. most times, she doesn't talk. but she keeps on turning to look at me, waiting for an in... you know, that moment where i'll turn slightly towards her direction so she can get my attention.
good god. i feel like i have my very own 'eddie' at the gym - you know, that jack russell that keeps on staring at fraser.
and what the hell is up with all this jack russell symbolism in my life? is this some universal way of mocking me???
anyway... today, she caught me in the women's locker room just as i was getting ready to go to my thursday bodypump class. she's so weird. she just comes up and starts talking to me as if we were already in the middle of a conversation.
so the gist of it is - she's noticed that i lost weight and wants to know how i did it.
i size her up and decide to tell her that most of my recent success has been from bodypump. judging by what little i know of her, i had a gutt feeling that she would follow me into this class. and judging by anything i was able to piece together, the class would scare her away.
and so, like a good little stalker, she came to class.
when she got there, she started to say that she has done this class now that she thinks about it. and that it had caused her injuries.
and no, i don't understand why she continued to step up for the class without at least talking to the instuctor first about her past injuries with the class. but she went ahead anyway.
i'll admit, i checked to see her form throughout the class and as i suspected, she did not come close to the correct form in ANY of the exercises that we did. i know the instructor, without wanting to shine the spotlight on her, was trying her very best to speak to the entire class on the proper form in hopes that she would listen. but she did not. and not only was her form off, it was probably the most WAY off form i've ever seen done - in bodypump or anywhere else. she was doing things with that bar that i have never seen before. and anytime she squated or lunged, her knee went WAY past her toes.
all i could think was, "and THAT's why she kept on injuring herself."
as usual, i had to leave before the abs and stretch in order for me to have time to shower, change and go back to work. i didn't stick around but i had a feeling she was looking for me afterwards.
we shall see if she returns next week or not.
WEIRD!
