To the lady at the supermarket in the pale blue, spotted house coat. That was probably a poor fashion choice for out in public. It looked so much like a hospital gown that I held my breath when you turned around. While I never met a hospital that I didn’t want to get out of, resembling an escaped hospital patient doesn’t seem like a look you would pick on purpose.
Somebody asked when I got to work this morning if I did anything wild over the weekend. As for me a wild weekend is going to a plant sale, I just laughed. Then, I thought about it, and yeah, I sort of did have a wild weekend, if you count smuggling alcohol in to my mom. Her caregiver disapproves of alcohol and frowns on it if she has a glass. My sister told me she’d mentioned that she’d like a glass. Mom has been feeling out of control and anxious lately and thought a glass of wine might help her unwind a little. So I decided to pick up a bottle and take it with lunch on Sunday. I was all prepared to talk her into it. Turned out there was no coercion necessary. Preparation in the form of a corkscrew would have been a little more useful. I ended up pushing the cork in with a screwdriver. Such sophistication.
My sister texted me Sunday afternoon to tell me about something she saw on television. That’s not a usual thing. We might talk about things we watch in person, but nothing else. But this was pretty weird. She was watching a show and graffiti in the background was my name plus my husband’s name. It wouldn’t be so strange, except that my first name is pretty unusual. I’ve run into people with my name two or three times, but never seen it anywhere else. To see it in conjunction with my husband’s name kind of freaked me out.
What little time I spent in the yard this weekend I mostly spent admiring the flowers. Most of the spring flowers are at peak bloom right now.
I’d be happier if I saw more bees. Between the drought and the decision by most cities not to water the landscape, the bee population is greatly reduced. Good intentions with unintended consequences. My front yard is covered with flowers right now. This weekend I went out there and there were two bees. Two. I don’t think anyone is going to be able to convince me that the problem is not not enough water, but too many humans.
Went to the Orange County Cactus Show and Sale this weekend. As I was leaving I saw a couple of older ladies getting out of a bright red Mini Cooper. I shouted “Nice car” as I drove past them in my own Mini. They laughed and waved. For a minuteI felt like I belonged to the club of Mini owners, the car for unconventional wannabees everywhere.
I’m a pretty geeky person. I love science fiction. I play video games. My husband and I get together with a group of people a couple of times a month and play Dungeons and Dragons.
Playing an MMORPG taught me about working on a team. There was nothing like getting together with a bunch of your guild members and doing a dungeon run. Each of you plays a role and together you can conquer obstacles that would be impossible alone. There’s also nothing like being on a crappy team where someone tries to show off or just doesn’t know what to do. Then at best you lurch along awkwardly, at worst you can’t achieve your goal.
Dungeons and Dragons is similar. The Spouse and I were talking about what makes it fun to play DnD. I think it’s that everyone wants to be the hero in the story. If you give everyone a chance to do that, they’re going to have fun.
I think that’s true in real life, too. To me, there’s nothing like running into a situation and knowing what to do. I like feeling like have something to contribute is important to me. I find that a heck of a lot more fun than sitting on the sidelines and watching everyone else do things.
So I changed jobs and moved to a different building. This building is four floors taller than the old one. Just before Christmas I started doing the stairs in this building. I’m working longer hours and have less time to get my jewelry stuff done at home. I figured if I got my workout done during lunch that would be one thing that I wouldn’t have to do at home. So I bring stuff I can eat at my desk and do the stairs during my lunch hour. It’s had the benefit of having a specific time to exercise and being easily quantified. I’ve kept up every day since I started and I’ve been pushing myself to work a little harder every day.
Yesterday I think I worked a little too hard. One ankle was really sore and I was really stiff last night. I was going to skip working out today altogether but I was reading an article a woman wrote about doing push ups every day and she said that you don’t skip. You just do it as low key as you need. In the beginning I just went down the stairs. Then I went down a floor than up one flight (each floor being two flights of stairs). This week it’s been down two floors and up one, starting at the roof. Until today when I went back to down one floor and up one flight; taking it easy all the way. And it was easy. I wasn’t out of breath when I got to the bottom.
I haven’t worked out this regularly in ages. I’ve been trying to figure out why. I think the biggest part is that I have a set time. Also, I don’t have to do anything. I don’t change clothes. I never wear heels, so I don’t have to change shoes. Should we have a zombie apocalypse, or any other widespread calamity, I should be in good shape. Now if I could just get rid of my fast food habit, I’ll have it made. I keep telling myself that if I’m working this hard at working out I shouldn’t mess it up with poor food choices.