My last day in St. Louis went well. I walked a couple of miles from my hotel to the Anheuser-Busch brewery and took the tour. Definitely worth the time.
I took a bus back from there and just rode it for a while, through downtown and up to the Central West End. When we got to a light rail station, I transferred to the train and stopped at Union Station for coffee. Walked back to the hotel and picked up my luggage, got back on the light rail and rode it to the end of the line (the airport).
All in all, the trip went well. I learned a few things, hopefully did well enough on the test to get my certificate (the three courses I took in this series are rewarded by a certificate that may or may not be valuable/meaningful/respected), and met some interesting people. I plan to get in touch with the other DC resident who was in my group.
The flight home was uneventful. I had to wait half an hour for the super shuttle, but I was the first stop! That never happens. I was home by midnight and felt totally up and awake as soon as I walked in the door. I knit on a sock for a while and didn't get to bed until 2am.
Saturday, I just lazed around. It was so gorgeous, though, that even lazy old me felt compelled to go outside. I took my huge book and hoofed it to the bank where I deposited the condo fees (finally!). (Aside: You know, I wrote to my condo-mates over a week ago, telling them someone would need to take over as treasurer. No replies. I have to give them a deadline next, I think. Stupid treasurer duties.)
I walked a few more blocks to one of my local coffee shops. It's amazing that I now have four decent coffee shops in easy walking distance of my house (15-minutes or less). When I moved in five years ago, the number was zero. I drank coffee, ate a muffin and sat in the front window reading my book. After an hour of that and I headed home.
I feel guilty because I skipped soccer clinic on Saturday evening AND I skipped going to a birthday get-together. I complain about having too few friends and then I don't take full advantage of my social opportunities. I guess I can give myself a break if all I wanted to do was stay home after a week out of town and insufficient sleep the first night back--but still. I wish I could have overcome my inertia and dragged myself to soccer clinic at least. I work like crazy and always feel elated afterwards. I need to get back to the goddamn gym. Soooo lazy!
Today was the last indoor soccer game--the first round play-off game, which we lost. We had a lousy season but I enjoyed it. Friendly group, though we didn't really "gel." We have rounded up an outdoor 7-on-7 coed team, but could use more players. If you're interested, let me know. If I do go to Paris, I'll only be able to play about half the season. And I'm sure we'll always need subs.
Tomorrow, it's back to work and the regular routine. I'm planning to talk to TR this week about my leave of absence. My stomach does flips flops whenever I think about it, but I know it's the right thing. I need to get out of there. I need a break, a change. The change is more important than it's exact form. When I talk to TR, I'll be more committed. That is good.
Grateful for: home.
Showing posts with label soccer. Show all posts
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Sunday, March 16, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Lazy?
This weekend, I had another big list of chores…like every weekend! I should have put cleaning the kitchen and bathroom floors and vacuuming the house on the list but they will have to wait until next week. Instead it was finishing laundry, cleaning the other parts of the kitchen, and baking cookies.
Also on my list of to-dos was soccer practice on Saturday morning and indoor soccer on Sunday morning.
Saturday morning rolled around and I got up in plenty of time to make it to practice. But I just didn’t want to go. So I didn’t. I’ve been to one practice so far and they ran me around so much I was a wreck for the rest of the day. I need to practice, I have so much to learn about this game—but an hour of learning how to kick the ball and chasing down everyone else’s passes, either because of their poor aim or my poor fielding (or whatever you call it in soccer) followed by an hour of scrimmage? I just wasn’t feeling it.
Instead, I did my normal hibernating thing. I’ve said this before but I worry a little about how much time I spend alone in my house. I’d like to have a few more friends (that’s not news either) and I’m damn picky so it’s hard for me to make new friends. I can tell you one thing for sure: I’m not going to make any new friends by staying in the house all day. Still and all, I really enjoyed my day at home. I knit like a fiend, baked cookies, cleaned the back room, scanned (and edited) a million (20) photos, and watched a movie. I hardly felt guilty at all about missing soccer practice. It was a good, productive day and I liked being alone. Hey, maybe I’m meant to be a hermit. I should accept it.
Saturday evening, I went to TR’s party (a whole two blocks away from my house!). Everyone there was all coupled up but I enjoyed talking to some work folks and TR’s brothers, only one of whom I’d met before. The brother who’d I’d met before is TR’s fraternal twin (KR!) and, well, there was a moment years ago when I had a little crush on him. He lives on the west coast, so what can you do? I’d forgotten about it. On Saturday, he seemed very pleased to see me and I remembered the crush and I thought, “Ah, so it was mutual.” He’s a great guy and, while it might be bizarre to date TR’s brother, it would have been…comforting. However, KR has a girlfriend (I know from TR), he’s happy, and he lives far away. Still, it was good to have the feeling that he liked me too.
The party was fun, the food was excellent, and I drank just enough but not too much. I was home by 11pm. Woo hoo!
Sunday, the soccer game was a lot of fun, even though (or because?) we only had four players, which is the minimum. At the last minute, we recruited a goalie from one of the teams leaving the court, so we had five and could sub one. (The goalie played the whole game and saved our bacon over and over.) It was a much better work-out with just the five of us. Since I played a lot more, I actually improved slightly and got very tired. I’m pretty decent on defense, but offensively, well, best not to talk about that too much.
I went to my favorite coffee shop after the game where I meant to do some writing. Instead, I just fiddled on the computer and read some news. Blah. C-money sent me a text and we arranged to go to the movies later in the afternoon. I scooted home so I’d have time to shower. The movie (In Bruges) was so-so, but it was good to catch up with C-money. We had a bite to eat and I was home semi-early.
I would now like to introduce a NEW FEATURE to this blog. Recently, these “make my day” awards have been going around and I was named twice (thanks Diane and Dan-E!). I’m always touched and flattered when people tag me or honor me in these ways. However, I hate having to figure out whom to tag next—what if I forget someone? What if no one responds?
I’ve decided that every day I’ll put a link to one of my daily reads and tell you why I like it. I’ll only include active blogs (posts in the last month) and I’ll go in alphabetical order (more or less). Each blog will get its own post but may not be the only thing I post that day. I reserve the right to change any of these conditions. Oh, and it will go on until either I get sick of it or I finish the whole list. It could easily last for six months.
I also have an idea about doing a series on every job I’ve ever held. What do you think about that?
Grateful for: lots to say.
Also on my list of to-dos was soccer practice on Saturday morning and indoor soccer on Sunday morning.
Saturday morning rolled around and I got up in plenty of time to make it to practice. But I just didn’t want to go. So I didn’t. I’ve been to one practice so far and they ran me around so much I was a wreck for the rest of the day. I need to practice, I have so much to learn about this game—but an hour of learning how to kick the ball and chasing down everyone else’s passes, either because of their poor aim or my poor fielding (or whatever you call it in soccer) followed by an hour of scrimmage? I just wasn’t feeling it.
Instead, I did my normal hibernating thing. I’ve said this before but I worry a little about how much time I spend alone in my house. I’d like to have a few more friends (that’s not news either) and I’m damn picky so it’s hard for me to make new friends. I can tell you one thing for sure: I’m not going to make any new friends by staying in the house all day. Still and all, I really enjoyed my day at home. I knit like a fiend, baked cookies, cleaned the back room, scanned (and edited) a million (20) photos, and watched a movie. I hardly felt guilty at all about missing soccer practice. It was a good, productive day and I liked being alone. Hey, maybe I’m meant to be a hermit. I should accept it.
Saturday evening, I went to TR’s party (a whole two blocks away from my house!). Everyone there was all coupled up but I enjoyed talking to some work folks and TR’s brothers, only one of whom I’d met before. The brother who’d I’d met before is TR’s fraternal twin (KR!) and, well, there was a moment years ago when I had a little crush on him. He lives on the west coast, so what can you do? I’d forgotten about it. On Saturday, he seemed very pleased to see me and I remembered the crush and I thought, “Ah, so it was mutual.” He’s a great guy and, while it might be bizarre to date TR’s brother, it would have been…comforting. However, KR has a girlfriend (I know from TR), he’s happy, and he lives far away. Still, it was good to have the feeling that he liked me too.
The party was fun, the food was excellent, and I drank just enough but not too much. I was home by 11pm. Woo hoo!
Sunday, the soccer game was a lot of fun, even though (or because?) we only had four players, which is the minimum. At the last minute, we recruited a goalie from one of the teams leaving the court, so we had five and could sub one. (The goalie played the whole game and saved our bacon over and over.) It was a much better work-out with just the five of us. Since I played a lot more, I actually improved slightly and got very tired. I’m pretty decent on defense, but offensively, well, best not to talk about that too much.
I went to my favorite coffee shop after the game where I meant to do some writing. Instead, I just fiddled on the computer and read some news. Blah. C-money sent me a text and we arranged to go to the movies later in the afternoon. I scooted home so I’d have time to shower. The movie (In Bruges) was so-so, but it was good to catch up with C-money. We had a bite to eat and I was home semi-early.
I would now like to introduce a NEW FEATURE to this blog. Recently, these “make my day” awards have been going around and I was named twice (thanks Diane and Dan-E!). I’m always touched and flattered when people tag me or honor me in these ways. However, I hate having to figure out whom to tag next—what if I forget someone? What if no one responds?
I’ve decided that every day I’ll put a link to one of my daily reads and tell you why I like it. I’ll only include active blogs (posts in the last month) and I’ll go in alphabetical order (more or less). Each blog will get its own post but may not be the only thing I post that day. I reserve the right to change any of these conditions. Oh, and it will go on until either I get sick of it or I finish the whole list. It could easily last for six months.
I also have an idea about doing a series on every job I’ve ever held. What do you think about that?
Grateful for: lots to say.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Snippets
What to write, what to write…I think I’m getting blog-writing block. Just having a hard time letting the words flow. Lord knows I have enough to say. Yeesh.
I’m going to take it in snippets because that’s how I roll.
1. Way too much work to do at work. Dare I say it? I’ve been working all day. Just got a new project handed to me. That’s good even though the project is annoying. It will keep me busy and productive. Your tax dollars will be better spent.
2. Friday, I went out for drinks/dinner for work-friend, Nina’s, birthday. Fun, friendly group. I enjoyed myself. Sailor was there—it occurred to me that we met just about a year ago at Nina’s last birthday. Hrm. Anyway, he showed up late and I’d already had one stiff drink. One person was sitting between us and Sailor leaned behind that guy and said, “Hey, Jamy, are you hungry? Want to split something?” Oh, how my heart thrilled at the implied intimacy of those words! However, I was full of appetizers and hard alcohol. My response was a little slow, but still eager, “Sure! What do you want?” (We never did get any food.)
He said, “Are you ok? You seem tired.”
I said, quietly, “Well, actually, I’m a little drunk.”
You should have seen Sailor’s face light up at my admission. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Just one. But I’m a lightweight. It really pays off.”
He just laughed. Over the course of the evening he seemed to delight informing others, “Did you know that Jamy is drunk!”
Wow! How could that be?!?!
I asked him why he seemed so surprised and he said he’d just never seen me drunk. I don’t think that’s true but maybe those other times the alcohol hadn’t gone to my head quite as quickly. Though, I wasn’t acting particularly silly on Friday. Or was I?
I haven’t gotten that reaction to my mild intoxication since college maybe, when all my friends (Mike in particular) were at pains to ply me with liquor and watch me get silly. Cause I was so damn serious!
And now? Am I still that serious? Well, generally, yes, I suppose and probably at work…but around Sailor I always feel like a blathering idiot. Talking too much, boring him and feeling generally ridiculous. But he sees me as—what? So self-contained and put together that the loosening effect of alcohol is remarkable?
Oh sigh. How un-far I’ve come.
3. Saturday I skipped soccer practice and hung out with Pele for most of the day. Lots of talking! That was good. I also built a low-tech lightbox to take pictures of yarn and finished projects. It’s pretty cool. I’ll get something posted (or linked to) eventually. And I cooked something for dinner. I let myself take a relaxing day at home and it was perfect.
4. Sunday, I played indoor soccer in the morning. Fun even though we lost. Can’t win ‘em all! Did a quick shop then home. Made some guacamole to bring to Super Bowl watching. On my way to Brad’s (Pele’s boyfriend) house, I stopped by the Arlington Recycling Center. Can I tell you how much I love this place? Goodbye cardboard boxes and lots of old telephone books!
5. The Super Bowl was awesome! I didn’t expect to enjoy the game as much as I did. Even though I was rooting for the Giants, I was stunned that they won. Might be one of the first Super Bowls I’ve watched that I actually remember.
6. So much for snippets.
Grateful for: friends, weekends and good games.
I’m going to take it in snippets because that’s how I roll.
1. Way too much work to do at work. Dare I say it? I’ve been working all day. Just got a new project handed to me. That’s good even though the project is annoying. It will keep me busy and productive. Your tax dollars will be better spent.
2. Friday, I went out for drinks/dinner for work-friend, Nina’s, birthday. Fun, friendly group. I enjoyed myself. Sailor was there—it occurred to me that we met just about a year ago at Nina’s last birthday. Hrm. Anyway, he showed up late and I’d already had one stiff drink. One person was sitting between us and Sailor leaned behind that guy and said, “Hey, Jamy, are you hungry? Want to split something?” Oh, how my heart thrilled at the implied intimacy of those words! However, I was full of appetizers and hard alcohol. My response was a little slow, but still eager, “Sure! What do you want?” (We never did get any food.)
He said, “Are you ok? You seem tired.”
I said, quietly, “Well, actually, I’m a little drunk.”
You should have seen Sailor’s face light up at my admission. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Just one. But I’m a lightweight. It really pays off.”
He just laughed. Over the course of the evening he seemed to delight informing others, “Did you know that Jamy is drunk!”
Wow! How could that be?!?!
I asked him why he seemed so surprised and he said he’d just never seen me drunk. I don’t think that’s true but maybe those other times the alcohol hadn’t gone to my head quite as quickly. Though, I wasn’t acting particularly silly on Friday. Or was I?
I haven’t gotten that reaction to my mild intoxication since college maybe, when all my friends (Mike in particular) were at pains to ply me with liquor and watch me get silly. Cause I was so damn serious!
And now? Am I still that serious? Well, generally, yes, I suppose and probably at work…but around Sailor I always feel like a blathering idiot. Talking too much, boring him and feeling generally ridiculous. But he sees me as—what? So self-contained and put together that the loosening effect of alcohol is remarkable?
Oh sigh. How un-far I’ve come.
3. Saturday I skipped soccer practice and hung out with Pele for most of the day. Lots of talking! That was good. I also built a low-tech lightbox to take pictures of yarn and finished projects. It’s pretty cool. I’ll get something posted (or linked to) eventually. And I cooked something for dinner. I let myself take a relaxing day at home and it was perfect.
4. Sunday, I played indoor soccer in the morning. Fun even though we lost. Can’t win ‘em all! Did a quick shop then home. Made some guacamole to bring to Super Bowl watching. On my way to Brad’s (Pele’s boyfriend) house, I stopped by the Arlington Recycling Center. Can I tell you how much I love this place? Goodbye cardboard boxes and lots of old telephone books!
5. The Super Bowl was awesome! I didn’t expect to enjoy the game as much as I did. Even though I was rooting for the Giants, I was stunned that they won. Might be one of the first Super Bowls I’ve watched that I actually remember.
6. So much for snippets.
Grateful for: friends, weekends and good games.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
I'm ready
I'm watching football. I almost reneged and switched over to Masterpiece Theater. The whole airing of the complete works of Jane Austen is super tempting. The game is exciting…but it's a lot of manly--ugh-ugh-violence and the thought of watching a comedy of 19th century manners seems…relaxing. But, I was chastised and encouraged to continue with the watching of the football, so I will. It's quite an exciting game--no question about that.
Doesn't mean I can't write and watch, though!
I'm pretty pleased with this week and weekend. Friday, I walked home (good for me!), picked up some take-out for dinner and had an early night. Saturday morning, I was supposed to go to soccer practice with my outdoor team. I was kind of dreading it, but I got up early enough to make it, but I checked my email and it was cancelled. Several of us expressed the sentiment that if it were below freezing, we would skip. Color me relieved.
Instead of just lazing, though, I made myself some nice breakfast, vacuumed and generally got the house in order. My plan was to catch a couple of movies at the National Gallery and meet my friend, Belinda, for drinks in the evening. To make up (sorta) for no soccer practice, I did some yoga at home and walked to and from the museum.
The first movie, A Kind of Loving, was great. It starred Alan Bates, one of my favorite actors and he was wonderful, as usual. The second, This Sporting Life, was more interesting than good--but it wasn't bad either. Though, I must say, sitting for that long is uncomfortable. I got up between the two features, but walking home was a good thing.
Again, I got take out for dinner (what's up with that?), but I saved half and had it for dinner tonight. So, whatever. Plus I cooked some Brussels sprouts. Tiny, delicious cabbages.
After the movie and my dinner, Belinda and I went for drinks on H ST. It's very cool to be able to stick (more or less) in the neighborhood for a night out. We sat, drank and talked for a few hours. I was unaccountably tired, but it was a good time. After, I dragged B to a party/fundraiser at an art gallery near my house. We were, um, a bit out of place. As I said, "My glasses are too small and my coat isn't ugly enough. But my scarf is long enough." The place was full of artsy, fashionable, alternative folks. The music was loud and house. A couple of women carved out a small space to dance, the most noticeable of whom had "diva" printed across her chest on an otherwise nondescript, though nicely fitted, t-shirt.
We didn't talk to anyone but one guy, with huge glassless eyeglasses, walked by and said, "Hi! How are you! Hello!" to us--and everyone else. Well, hell. I started saying, "Hi! How are you!" under my breath (but loud enough for B to hear) to everyone who walked by. We were doomed not to break into the scene, but it was interesting to observe. I have to say, it was truly diverse. A similar scene in Seattle would be lily white, not so in DC. So, that's one thing the crazy, avant-garde elitist types in DC have going for themselves, which is pretty damn good, actually.
A half an hour of that was enough and Belinda and I parted ways, she back to VA and me to home and bed…eventually. I was a little buzzed from the drinking so it took me a while to settle into sleep.
This morning, I got up in plenty of time to make it to my (indoor) soccer game. We were all full of subs, including my friend, Katie (aka Dr J). We lost the game but I had fun. I'm getting a tiny bit better with each game but I'm not quite mediocre yet. Someday.
I took Katie home after the game and then stopped by my favorite coffee shop for a bite to eat. It's a bit loud but the food is good, the coffee is perfect and I can always find a place to sit.
When I got home, it was more cleaning (the job that never ends!) and loads of football watching. I think I might have overloaded on the football, but I'm glad I was persuaded to watch the end of the Giants-Packers game--what a doozy! I'm ready for the superbowl!
The best thing about this weekend, though, is that it's not over! The chores (laundry, bathroom cleaning) that didn't get done today will get done tomorrow. I'll also get to hang out, briefly, with my eldest brother and his family who are swinging through on their way back to NJ. Time enough for everything. I like that.
Grateful for: friends and football.
Doesn't mean I can't write and watch, though!
I'm pretty pleased with this week and weekend. Friday, I walked home (good for me!), picked up some take-out for dinner and had an early night. Saturday morning, I was supposed to go to soccer practice with my outdoor team. I was kind of dreading it, but I got up early enough to make it, but I checked my email and it was cancelled. Several of us expressed the sentiment that if it were below freezing, we would skip. Color me relieved.
Instead of just lazing, though, I made myself some nice breakfast, vacuumed and generally got the house in order. My plan was to catch a couple of movies at the National Gallery and meet my friend, Belinda, for drinks in the evening. To make up (sorta) for no soccer practice, I did some yoga at home and walked to and from the museum.
The first movie, A Kind of Loving, was great. It starred Alan Bates, one of my favorite actors and he was wonderful, as usual. The second, This Sporting Life, was more interesting than good--but it wasn't bad either. Though, I must say, sitting for that long is uncomfortable. I got up between the two features, but walking home was a good thing.
Again, I got take out for dinner (what's up with that?), but I saved half and had it for dinner tonight. So, whatever. Plus I cooked some Brussels sprouts. Tiny, delicious cabbages.
After the movie and my dinner, Belinda and I went for drinks on H ST. It's very cool to be able to stick (more or less) in the neighborhood for a night out. We sat, drank and talked for a few hours. I was unaccountably tired, but it was a good time. After, I dragged B to a party/fundraiser at an art gallery near my house. We were, um, a bit out of place. As I said, "My glasses are too small and my coat isn't ugly enough. But my scarf is long enough." The place was full of artsy, fashionable, alternative folks. The music was loud and house. A couple of women carved out a small space to dance, the most noticeable of whom had "diva" printed across her chest on an otherwise nondescript, though nicely fitted, t-shirt.
We didn't talk to anyone but one guy, with huge glassless eyeglasses, walked by and said, "Hi! How are you! Hello!" to us--and everyone else. Well, hell. I started saying, "Hi! How are you!" under my breath (but loud enough for B to hear) to everyone who walked by. We were doomed not to break into the scene, but it was interesting to observe. I have to say, it was truly diverse. A similar scene in Seattle would be lily white, not so in DC. So, that's one thing the crazy, avant-garde elitist types in DC have going for themselves, which is pretty damn good, actually.
A half an hour of that was enough and Belinda and I parted ways, she back to VA and me to home and bed…eventually. I was a little buzzed from the drinking so it took me a while to settle into sleep.
This morning, I got up in plenty of time to make it to my (indoor) soccer game. We were all full of subs, including my friend, Katie (aka Dr J). We lost the game but I had fun. I'm getting a tiny bit better with each game but I'm not quite mediocre yet. Someday.
I took Katie home after the game and then stopped by my favorite coffee shop for a bite to eat. It's a bit loud but the food is good, the coffee is perfect and I can always find a place to sit.
When I got home, it was more cleaning (the job that never ends!) and loads of football watching. I think I might have overloaded on the football, but I'm glad I was persuaded to watch the end of the Giants-Packers game--what a doozy! I'm ready for the superbowl!
The best thing about this weekend, though, is that it's not over! The chores (laundry, bathroom cleaning) that didn't get done today will get done tomorrow. I'll also get to hang out, briefly, with my eldest brother and his family who are swinging through on their way back to NJ. Time enough for everything. I like that.
Grateful for: friends and football.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Off and on
I have to say that all this working at work is cutting into my blogging time. In lieu of a better thought out post, here are some short notes on what's been going on with me:
a) Last Friday, I went out for dinner and music-listening with Pele and some friends. All night, I was a little "off." Things I said seemed to spark irritation rather than conversation. For example, I complained that my new co-ed sports team was made up of a group of strangers. One friend said, "What's wrong with that? If I were part of a team, I wouldn't want to get kicked off so strangers could join." I could see that she had a point, but I stuck to my guns. It wasn't exactly unfriendly, but it wasn't the most comfortable exchange either. What gives? Being right or wrong shouldn't matter in this context. Maybe it mattered a little too much to me.
b) Later the same evening, we went to listen to another friend DJ. Pele pointed out that the DJ was basically playing my record collection. I started to listen more closely and, indeed, I own the records (the actual vinyl LPs) for over 50% of the songs played. When his stint was done, I remarked to the DJ, "It was like you were playing my record collection!" He said, "Really? Great! If you have a party, I'll come over and spin." Now, it's not that I didn't appreciate the offer (it's kind of a cool idea) but it's not the reaction I expected. I thought he'd be impressed or offer me a compliment or ask about the records. I felt slightly disappointed but I'm not sure why.
c) Saturday morning, my outdoor soccer team had an informal practice. I rode my bike and managed to show up about 30 minutes late. The first thing someone said to me was, "You should take a lap to warm up—we all did." I said, "I'm warm, I rode my bike." I mean, really. It's practice. I rode my bike. Was I supposed to jog out of solidarity? My knees can't take that. Somehow I muddled through. And boy oh boy did I need the practice. I have about zero soccer skills and every little bit of drilling helps.
d) That night, I did nothing. I was tired from practice and had a game the next morning. My nothing involved moving books off shelves, doing all the bills, filing papers, knitting, watching football and cooking dinner. It was almost relaxing.
e) Sunday morning, I showed up early (on-time!) for my first co-ed indoor soccer game. It seemed easy compared to practice the previous day. While I'm not any better at this version of the game than outdoor, I did enjoy it and it's excellent exercise. The best I can say for myself is that I did nothing to cause major embarrassment. The teammates are friendly, and since we're all strangers, we're all on an equal footing. There's something to be said in favor of that. After the game I went grocery shopping. Can you spell excitement?
f) Monday after work I decided to go to this happy hour I've never been to sponsored by a group of which I'm a member. I went to the exact address on the email and the place wasn't there. I turned around and went home. Via some very minor internet detective work, I discovered that the place does exist, but the address they gave was one digit off: 2424 instead of 2524. Maybe next month!
g) Tuesday it was time for swing dance lessons again. Our last lesson (the place has been booked for other events the last three weeks) was the time I had the argument with one of my classmates. Last night, I worried about what would happen when faced with my "enemy." At first, I wasn't sure I'd recognize him but I sure did. He knew me too, at least I infer he did, because he very cleverly stood just to my right in the circle we form for class. By placing himself to my right, my enemy ensured that he'd dance with everyone else in the class before getting to me. In fact, our class is so large that we don't always make a full rotation. As it happened, my enemy and I never danced—one more rotation and we would have! Is he not the best enemy ever?
h) I enjoyed the non-class part of the evening due to a good band and a favorable ratio of competent to incompetent dancers. I danced with one fellow more than once and, for some reason, I told him my enemy story. Again, I was a little off. Oh well. CK was there too, which was great because I've been meaning to call her. We caught up and I told her about my enemy. She laughed and laughed. Triumph!
i) This morning, I got a call from an old grad school friend and she asked me to participate in a roundtable she is organizing for this year's professional association meetings. I gladly accepted and dashed off a very short "paper" (one page!) to reserve my space in her session. This is very good news because my name will be on the program and that's how I get my agency to pay for the trip. THEN I realized that the meeting is earlier than usual and that a good friend in Seattle is getting married the EXACT SAME WEEKEND. Well, damn. I don't know what I'm going to do about that.
k) In the interest of keeping work at the work place, that's it for today.
Grateful for: productivity.
a) Last Friday, I went out for dinner and music-listening with Pele and some friends. All night, I was a little "off." Things I said seemed to spark irritation rather than conversation. For example, I complained that my new co-ed sports team was made up of a group of strangers. One friend said, "What's wrong with that? If I were part of a team, I wouldn't want to get kicked off so strangers could join." I could see that she had a point, but I stuck to my guns. It wasn't exactly unfriendly, but it wasn't the most comfortable exchange either. What gives? Being right or wrong shouldn't matter in this context. Maybe it mattered a little too much to me.
b) Later the same evening, we went to listen to another friend DJ. Pele pointed out that the DJ was basically playing my record collection. I started to listen more closely and, indeed, I own the records (the actual vinyl LPs) for over 50% of the songs played. When his stint was done, I remarked to the DJ, "It was like you were playing my record collection!" He said, "Really? Great! If you have a party, I'll come over and spin." Now, it's not that I didn't appreciate the offer (it's kind of a cool idea) but it's not the reaction I expected. I thought he'd be impressed or offer me a compliment or ask about the records. I felt slightly disappointed but I'm not sure why.
c) Saturday morning, my outdoor soccer team had an informal practice. I rode my bike and managed to show up about 30 minutes late. The first thing someone said to me was, "You should take a lap to warm up—we all did." I said, "I'm warm, I rode my bike." I mean, really. It's practice. I rode my bike. Was I supposed to jog out of solidarity? My knees can't take that. Somehow I muddled through. And boy oh boy did I need the practice. I have about zero soccer skills and every little bit of drilling helps.
d) That night, I did nothing. I was tired from practice and had a game the next morning. My nothing involved moving books off shelves, doing all the bills, filing papers, knitting, watching football and cooking dinner. It was almost relaxing.
e) Sunday morning, I showed up early (on-time!) for my first co-ed indoor soccer game. It seemed easy compared to practice the previous day. While I'm not any better at this version of the game than outdoor, I did enjoy it and it's excellent exercise. The best I can say for myself is that I did nothing to cause major embarrassment. The teammates are friendly, and since we're all strangers, we're all on an equal footing. There's something to be said in favor of that. After the game I went grocery shopping. Can you spell excitement?
f) Monday after work I decided to go to this happy hour I've never been to sponsored by a group of which I'm a member. I went to the exact address on the email and the place wasn't there. I turned around and went home. Via some very minor internet detective work, I discovered that the place does exist, but the address they gave was one digit off: 2424 instead of 2524. Maybe next month!
g) Tuesday it was time for swing dance lessons again. Our last lesson (the place has been booked for other events the last three weeks) was the time I had the argument with one of my classmates. Last night, I worried about what would happen when faced with my "enemy." At first, I wasn't sure I'd recognize him but I sure did. He knew me too, at least I infer he did, because he very cleverly stood just to my right in the circle we form for class. By placing himself to my right, my enemy ensured that he'd dance with everyone else in the class before getting to me. In fact, our class is so large that we don't always make a full rotation. As it happened, my enemy and I never danced—one more rotation and we would have! Is he not the best enemy ever?
h) I enjoyed the non-class part of the evening due to a good band and a favorable ratio of competent to incompetent dancers. I danced with one fellow more than once and, for some reason, I told him my enemy story. Again, I was a little off. Oh well. CK was there too, which was great because I've been meaning to call her. We caught up and I told her about my enemy. She laughed and laughed. Triumph!
i) This morning, I got a call from an old grad school friend and she asked me to participate in a roundtable she is organizing for this year's professional association meetings. I gladly accepted and dashed off a very short "paper" (one page!) to reserve my space in her session. This is very good news because my name will be on the program and that's how I get my agency to pay for the trip. THEN I realized that the meeting is earlier than usual and that a good friend in Seattle is getting married the EXACT SAME WEEKEND. Well, damn. I don't know what I'm going to do about that.
k) In the interest of keeping work at the work place, that's it for today.
Grateful for: productivity.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Awesome
This weekend I'm playing in my first indoor-coed soccer game. I just picked up a pair of indoor soccer shoes (were they necessary? I haven't a clue) and two new pairs of soccer socks--one in the color of the indoor team and one in the color of my outdoor team. I'm stoked.
Holding the socks, it occurred to me that no leg shaving is necessary! Woo-hoo!
I don't shave my legs in the winter. Why would I? Ideally, I'd never shave but I'm too self-conscious/cowed by societal norms not to shave in the summer. And, hey, men "have" to shave too, so it's not the most sexist thing in the world.
Grateful for: winter.
Holding the socks, it occurred to me that no leg shaving is necessary! Woo-hoo!
I don't shave my legs in the winter. Why would I? Ideally, I'd never shave but I'm too self-conscious/cowed by societal norms not to shave in the summer. And, hey, men "have" to shave too, so it's not the most sexist thing in the world.
Grateful for: winter.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Mini-tales
Date
As you might have guessed, I had a date on Thursday night with the guy featured in scenario #2 earlier this week. He is young (too damn young), smart and friendly and has quite possibly the worst haircut I've ever seen on someone over the age of 10. He is the kind of guy I should pursue (except for the too young part, the bad hair is resolvable) and I seriously wish I could work up some enthusiasm for him. Eh, I'd happily go out with him again but I don't see much happening. Yet, somehow, I'm kind of wishing for him to prove me wrong. C'mon scenario #2 boy, wow me!
Post-date
On my walk home from the date, the location of which was chosen (by me) for my convenience, I walked right past the bar where Kansas hangs out. In fact, he was there, sitting outside, engaged in conversation with someone. I tried to catch his eye as I walked by but I didn't slow down or stop or say hello. I thought, "It's only 9:30 and he's already too drunk to notice me." (Hmm, that means my date lasted for two hours. Damn.)
Not satisfied with our near miss, I called Kansas as I continued walking home. I thought it would be amusing to give him a hard time about not seeing me. I also thought there was a good chance he wouldn't answer. In fact, he didn't answer. I was relieved and continued walking home.
At home, I made some popcorn and settled down for a little tv and blog reading. At 11:30pm, Kansas called. Yes, yes, I answered the phone and we talked for about half an hour. No, no, you do not need to tell me how stupid it is to engage with him. But, damn, this whole being grateful for being single is not as easy as it looks. Sometimes, I need to know I'm desired. Kansas is the only person I know from whom I can get that. He is the safest person to call right now. Evidence of my intentions? I told him about my date and then said, "What's crazy is that he's a good guy, available, emotionally available, smart, friendly—everything I should want. And, you, you're USELESS, completely unavailable, you'll never be my boyfriend, you don't want to be in a relationship with me, and I still don't like him as much as I like you." Think I'm kidding? Nope. I actually made that mini-speech at 11:30 pm to a very drunk man over the telephone. (Sadly, I was not drunk. One beer is no excuse.) His reaction? "Thanks. If you keep talking like that, I'm getting in a cab and coming over." I said, "You are not invited. I won't let you in." We're the best non-couple ever! I told him not to call me after 11pm but it's probably time to start silencing the phone at night again. Dammit.
Date-inspired thinking
You'll probably be astonished to hear that on my date, I did a lot of talking. He talked, don't get me wrong. I even asked questions. I'm so good! Still, I talked on many a tangent, mostly ex-bf related (some things never change). I didn't care because I love, love, love telling my stories and it was nice to finally be able to refer to the last ex (Owen) in a flip, comical way. Like, wasn't it hilarious that he didn't manage to buy me a holiday present? And wasn't it darling that when he broke up with me he said I'd been reasonable and right all along? Delightful!
Anyway, one of the offhand things I said was that I've always assumed that, for a woman, a PhD is a dating deficit rather than an asset. My date disagreed, though it seemed to come as a surprise to him that I actually had a PhD. He proceeded to tell me that he and his friends only ever dated intelligent women. Oh dear. Please don't confuse having a PhD with intelligence! I said I'd never dated someone with a PhD. Well, except Tom, my grad school boyfriend who has a PhD now, but didn't back we were together. I then told my date that I've even dated a couple of guys who (gasp!) hadn't graduated from college. So, if I say I'm not a snob, you can believe me. Until I tell you that I'm a complete snob because when I found out my date went to U of Chicago, my opinion of him rose appreciably. Sigh.
Work-out burn-out
I have been so good about the working out. Most excellent! My reward, the fancy iPod speakers, arrived on Monday. (They cost less than $100--so not cheap, but hardly the fanciest ones out there.) I didn't open the box until Tuesday and I still haven't used them. I may try them out this weekend, but I haven't decided.
I went to the gym on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. I did cardio and weights each visit. On Thursday, though, I had to cut the work out short because I started to feel faint. Seriously. I knew I had to eat right away. I was shaking and clumsy. Under other circumstances, I would have skipped the shower and dashed up to my office to eat the bag of Fritos (yikes) I had stashed for my after-work-out snack. Since I had the impending date, I methodically got myself into the shower and back into street clothes before getting my snack. Man, did I feel lousy. The snack helped (though I had to purchase more vending machine goodness before I felt back to normal). I don't know what the problem was. I've been eating just fine and, actually, a bit more than normal do to the extra exercise. Friday, I was determined to go to the gym, especially because I was feeling less sore and tired than any other day this week. But as the hour of gym doom approached, I wasn't so sure. What about a brisk two-mile walk home instead? I'll let the readers judge: do I still "deserve" my prize? Keep in mind, I have soccer on Saturday and swing dancing on Sunday, so it won't be the laziest weekend ever (though I do plan to be completely lazy the rest of the time).
Update: I was going to walk home with TR but he forgot he had his car so instead he gave me a ride home. I've played soccer today and I think it's best I didn't work out on Friday, though the walk would've been fine. I hope you agree that I still deserve my reward--contingent, of course, on putting in at least four gym days next week.
Grateful for: activity.
As you might have guessed, I had a date on Thursday night with the guy featured in scenario #2 earlier this week. He is young (too damn young), smart and friendly and has quite possibly the worst haircut I've ever seen on someone over the age of 10. He is the kind of guy I should pursue (except for the too young part, the bad hair is resolvable) and I seriously wish I could work up some enthusiasm for him. Eh, I'd happily go out with him again but I don't see much happening. Yet, somehow, I'm kind of wishing for him to prove me wrong. C'mon scenario #2 boy, wow me!
Post-date
On my walk home from the date, the location of which was chosen (by me) for my convenience, I walked right past the bar where Kansas hangs out. In fact, he was there, sitting outside, engaged in conversation with someone. I tried to catch his eye as I walked by but I didn't slow down or stop or say hello. I thought, "It's only 9:30 and he's already too drunk to notice me." (Hmm, that means my date lasted for two hours. Damn.)
Not satisfied with our near miss, I called Kansas as I continued walking home. I thought it would be amusing to give him a hard time about not seeing me. I also thought there was a good chance he wouldn't answer. In fact, he didn't answer. I was relieved and continued walking home.
At home, I made some popcorn and settled down for a little tv and blog reading. At 11:30pm, Kansas called. Yes, yes, I answered the phone and we talked for about half an hour. No, no, you do not need to tell me how stupid it is to engage with him. But, damn, this whole being grateful for being single is not as easy as it looks. Sometimes, I need to know I'm desired. Kansas is the only person I know from whom I can get that. He is the safest person to call right now. Evidence of my intentions? I told him about my date and then said, "What's crazy is that he's a good guy, available, emotionally available, smart, friendly—everything I should want. And, you, you're USELESS, completely unavailable, you'll never be my boyfriend, you don't want to be in a relationship with me, and I still don't like him as much as I like you." Think I'm kidding? Nope. I actually made that mini-speech at 11:30 pm to a very drunk man over the telephone. (Sadly, I was not drunk. One beer is no excuse.) His reaction? "Thanks. If you keep talking like that, I'm getting in a cab and coming over." I said, "You are not invited. I won't let you in." We're the best non-couple ever! I told him not to call me after 11pm but it's probably time to start silencing the phone at night again. Dammit.
Date-inspired thinking
You'll probably be astonished to hear that on my date, I did a lot of talking. He talked, don't get me wrong. I even asked questions. I'm so good! Still, I talked on many a tangent, mostly ex-bf related (some things never change). I didn't care because I love, love, love telling my stories and it was nice to finally be able to refer to the last ex (Owen) in a flip, comical way. Like, wasn't it hilarious that he didn't manage to buy me a holiday present? And wasn't it darling that when he broke up with me he said I'd been reasonable and right all along? Delightful!
Anyway, one of the offhand things I said was that I've always assumed that, for a woman, a PhD is a dating deficit rather than an asset. My date disagreed, though it seemed to come as a surprise to him that I actually had a PhD. He proceeded to tell me that he and his friends only ever dated intelligent women. Oh dear. Please don't confuse having a PhD with intelligence! I said I'd never dated someone with a PhD. Well, except Tom, my grad school boyfriend who has a PhD now, but didn't back we were together. I then told my date that I've even dated a couple of guys who (gasp!) hadn't graduated from college. So, if I say I'm not a snob, you can believe me. Until I tell you that I'm a complete snob because when I found out my date went to U of Chicago, my opinion of him rose appreciably. Sigh.
Work-out burn-out
I have been so good about the working out. Most excellent! My reward, the fancy iPod speakers, arrived on Monday. (They cost less than $100--so not cheap, but hardly the fanciest ones out there.) I didn't open the box until Tuesday and I still haven't used them. I may try them out this weekend, but I haven't decided.
I went to the gym on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. I did cardio and weights each visit. On Thursday, though, I had to cut the work out short because I started to feel faint. Seriously. I knew I had to eat right away. I was shaking and clumsy. Under other circumstances, I would have skipped the shower and dashed up to my office to eat the bag of Fritos (yikes) I had stashed for my after-work-out snack. Since I had the impending date, I methodically got myself into the shower and back into street clothes before getting my snack. Man, did I feel lousy. The snack helped (though I had to purchase more vending machine goodness before I felt back to normal). I don't know what the problem was. I've been eating just fine and, actually, a bit more than normal do to the extra exercise. Friday, I was determined to go to the gym, especially because I was feeling less sore and tired than any other day this week. But as the hour of gym doom approached, I wasn't so sure. What about a brisk two-mile walk home instead? I'll let the readers judge: do I still "deserve" my prize? Keep in mind, I have soccer on Saturday and swing dancing on Sunday, so it won't be the laziest weekend ever (though I do plan to be completely lazy the rest of the time).
Update: I was going to walk home with TR but he forgot he had his car so instead he gave me a ride home. I've played soccer today and I think it's best I didn't work out on Friday, though the walk would've been fine. I hope you agree that I still deserve my reward--contingent, of course, on putting in at least four gym days next week.
Grateful for: activity.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Playing
I'd say it's been a lazy work-filled weekend. I'd planned to catch a screening at the AFI on Friday, but I stayed too late at work and wound up going home instead. Boring! I did stop at Union Station on my way home, thinking that I might catch a movie there. My timing was bad so I got a burger instead and I think the waiter tried to pick me up. He asked how I was enjoying my visit and seemed pleased when I said I wasn't visiting. He asked where I worked and when I told him, he asked for my card. I honestly answered that I didn't have one with me and he didn't push. He seemed sweet but I wasn't interested.
I went to bed at a reasonable hour so I'd get a good night's sleep in prep for my first soccer game on Saturday. Right, did I mention that I'm joining a soccer league? I went to a practice a couple of weeks ago and it was fun. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but I enjoy it. I've played soccer in pick up games a handful of times and it's always been fun. Until my recent shoulder trouble, I never considered joining a league. But, now I have, and our first game was scheduled for an hour into a heat advisory!
The game was at 12:30, so I ate a big breakfast around 9:30am and then drank water. I know you can get sick running around in that heat, especially on a full stomach, but I also needed fuel. I was fine, as it turned out. We played two 25-minute halves (instead of the normal 45-minute ones) and it was exhausting. Well, anytime I ran, it was exhausting. The rest of the time it was just hot. I was a fullback (?), which is a defensive position and involves relatively less running. I did ok. Our team only had one sub, so I played the full 50 minutes. We had one break for water between halves and that was it. Actually, it was a good warm up for future play. While I was tired after the game (and very red in the face), wasn't sore. Today, I can feel my legs a little, but that's it. I have some hopes now that soccer will work out well for me. Oh, and we won! I was very far away from the goals but enjoyed the vicarious thrill of scoring. I'm also pleased that we managed to win after playing with nine players (instead of 11) for the first ten minutes against a team with four or five subs. I can beat myself up for low skills and lack of speed but I had enough stamina to play the entire game and I feel good about that. I even made some good defensive moves--so there!
Now I have kickball on Tuesdays, soccer on Saturdays, and I was just invited to join a fall softball team that plays on Sundays. This is all very good. It doesn't quite replace rowing but if I start going to the gym again, I'd be in great shape. And maybe I can join an indoor soccer league for the fall/winter, if I continue to like it.
Another thing I did in prep for soccer was buy gear. On Thursday, I got out of training early and decided to run some errands with the flexcar. I planned to go to the Modell's near my place and then swing by Frager's (the hardware store) to buy yard work equipment.
Modell's was huge and mostly filled with football equipment. I was able to find what I needed: shin guards, soccer socks and cleats. I have a pair of softball cleats but they give me blisters if I run in them, which I learned when I wore them playing ultimate Frisbee. When I was looking at the shin guards, a young guy tried to help me. He saw me holding the socks and said, "We have a lot of socks on sale over there…"
I said, "Thanks, but I think I need special socks for the shin guards. Do you think these will work?"
He looked at the long, men's socks I was holding and the shin guards I'd picked out, "Yeah, I think you need those underneath."
"Um, I think you wear the socks over the shin guards, but I don't know."
"I don't either. Let me asked." He slipped away and found someone to ask. He came back and said, "Yeah, they do go over."
"Ok. Thanks!"
The whole kit and caboodle was only $40 and change, not bad.
Today, Sunday, I took it easy. My only scheduled activity was yard work. I'd decided to grill myself something for dinner as sort of a reward for making the yard more pleasant. I'd put out a call to the neighbors asking for some helping hands. I got no response. Boo on them. I wonder if I'll get any thanks for my efforts.
I didn't rush into the work though. First, I puttered, put up some laundry and then went out for coffee and a movie. I wasn't going to spend the whole day in the yard! Last weekend I put in about an hour, another half hour on Thursday, so I figured I'd do an hour today and maybe finish.
I planned to cook a small steak and some potatoes. I worked for over an hour, pulling and cutting ivy and other weeds. When I started to bag up the detritus, I turned on the (gas) grill to preheat. When I was done with the bagging, I put on the potatoes and went inside to take a shower. When I came back out, I put on the steak. The timing was perfect! Also, there's nothing better than cooking outside on a hot day. No heating or smelling up the house and minimal clean up. I was very pleased. I'll have to use the grill more often. Now that the back is more presentable, I may. There is still a little further work to do--some stray weeds and cutting back--and it needs a good sweeping, but it's so much better. It's crazy that no one can be bothered to lend a hand when it's a total of three hours work so far with maybe another hour to go. Argh. Of course, if I'd done a better job maintaining things, it would have been even less work. That's what I get for going on strike. It's hard to feel like I'm the only person who gives a damn about any of it. Sigh.
Anyway, overall, it was a productive weekend. The bills are paid, the laundry is done (mostly), the yard is under control and I'm very tired. Perfect!
Grateful for: hard work.
I went to bed at a reasonable hour so I'd get a good night's sleep in prep for my first soccer game on Saturday. Right, did I mention that I'm joining a soccer league? I went to a practice a couple of weeks ago and it was fun. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but I enjoy it. I've played soccer in pick up games a handful of times and it's always been fun. Until my recent shoulder trouble, I never considered joining a league. But, now I have, and our first game was scheduled for an hour into a heat advisory!
The game was at 12:30, so I ate a big breakfast around 9:30am and then drank water. I know you can get sick running around in that heat, especially on a full stomach, but I also needed fuel. I was fine, as it turned out. We played two 25-minute halves (instead of the normal 45-minute ones) and it was exhausting. Well, anytime I ran, it was exhausting. The rest of the time it was just hot. I was a fullback (?), which is a defensive position and involves relatively less running. I did ok. Our team only had one sub, so I played the full 50 minutes. We had one break for water between halves and that was it. Actually, it was a good warm up for future play. While I was tired after the game (and very red in the face), wasn't sore. Today, I can feel my legs a little, but that's it. I have some hopes now that soccer will work out well for me. Oh, and we won! I was very far away from the goals but enjoyed the vicarious thrill of scoring. I'm also pleased that we managed to win after playing with nine players (instead of 11) for the first ten minutes against a team with four or five subs. I can beat myself up for low skills and lack of speed but I had enough stamina to play the entire game and I feel good about that. I even made some good defensive moves--so there!
Now I have kickball on Tuesdays, soccer on Saturdays, and I was just invited to join a fall softball team that plays on Sundays. This is all very good. It doesn't quite replace rowing but if I start going to the gym again, I'd be in great shape. And maybe I can join an indoor soccer league for the fall/winter, if I continue to like it.
Another thing I did in prep for soccer was buy gear. On Thursday, I got out of training early and decided to run some errands with the flexcar. I planned to go to the Modell's near my place and then swing by Frager's (the hardware store) to buy yard work equipment.
Modell's was huge and mostly filled with football equipment. I was able to find what I needed: shin guards, soccer socks and cleats. I have a pair of softball cleats but they give me blisters if I run in them, which I learned when I wore them playing ultimate Frisbee. When I was looking at the shin guards, a young guy tried to help me. He saw me holding the socks and said, "We have a lot of socks on sale over there…"
I said, "Thanks, but I think I need special socks for the shin guards. Do you think these will work?"
He looked at the long, men's socks I was holding and the shin guards I'd picked out, "Yeah, I think you need those underneath."
"Um, I think you wear the socks over the shin guards, but I don't know."
"I don't either. Let me asked." He slipped away and found someone to ask. He came back and said, "Yeah, they do go over."
"Ok. Thanks!"
The whole kit and caboodle was only $40 and change, not bad.
Today, Sunday, I took it easy. My only scheduled activity was yard work. I'd decided to grill myself something for dinner as sort of a reward for making the yard more pleasant. I'd put out a call to the neighbors asking for some helping hands. I got no response. Boo on them. I wonder if I'll get any thanks for my efforts.
I didn't rush into the work though. First, I puttered, put up some laundry and then went out for coffee and a movie. I wasn't going to spend the whole day in the yard! Last weekend I put in about an hour, another half hour on Thursday, so I figured I'd do an hour today and maybe finish.
I planned to cook a small steak and some potatoes. I worked for over an hour, pulling and cutting ivy and other weeds. When I started to bag up the detritus, I turned on the (gas) grill to preheat. When I was done with the bagging, I put on the potatoes and went inside to take a shower. When I came back out, I put on the steak. The timing was perfect! Also, there's nothing better than cooking outside on a hot day. No heating or smelling up the house and minimal clean up. I was very pleased. I'll have to use the grill more often. Now that the back is more presentable, I may. There is still a little further work to do--some stray weeds and cutting back--and it needs a good sweeping, but it's so much better. It's crazy that no one can be bothered to lend a hand when it's a total of three hours work so far with maybe another hour to go. Argh. Of course, if I'd done a better job maintaining things, it would have been even less work. That's what I get for going on strike. It's hard to feel like I'm the only person who gives a damn about any of it. Sigh.
Anyway, overall, it was a productive weekend. The bills are paid, the laundry is done (mostly), the yard is under control and I'm very tired. Perfect!
Grateful for: hard work.
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