What a Strange Life
I've just had a weird and wonderful day and have this silly urge to tell the world. I'll try to make it entertaining, and not too long and boring.
I guess I should start with yesterday--I had a meeting with a personal trainer. We joined Harbor Athletic Club recently, and thought, hey, this is the way to get into the club, get oriented and all. So she put me through my paces on the women's weightlifting equipment. I didn't think it was terribly hard, not a lot of weight, not a lot of reps. My abs were not happy about the ball crunches, but that was really the worst of it. She said I'd be sore today. OMG, she was SO RIGHT, I had no idea I could or would hurt like this! So I've been pretty much useless today, curse that lactic acid.
Ran around and did some errands today, one of which was going to a local paper shredder/recycler to get rid of 10 # of old bills and ancient checkbooks. Clutter factor improved, ahh. Well, while I was there, I made the slight mistake of engaging the billing secretary in any kind of conversation. Next thing I know, I'm getting her life story, or at least how this guy cheated on her multiple times and she caught him, threw him out, how she feels so set up for hurt. I really felt for her, but the poor thing keeps texting back to him, apparently, and he's not being very nice, playing basketball in a park in her neighborhood, and she suspects his new thang lives in the neighborhood. So she's haunted by this jerk, and wonders why he can't just leave her alone. I was happy to listen, as it seemed she needed to talk about it, but there was more work there to do than I'm capable of, or even my old shrink was capable of! I really hope she'll find some happiness. What a bizarre, surreal experience.
That mission accomplished, I got through another quick Copps experience unscathed, which is saying something. Picked up some chicken thighs for our dinner, a Country Captain's Chicken from Cook's Country (say that ten times fast). It goes in the slow cooker and has made me look like a frickin' culinary genius, made our house smell like an Indian restaurant. My work done, I laid down for a much-needed nap at about 3:30.
Here comes 6:20, and Jim waking me up! OMG I was OUT, and I must have needed the rest. What a thrill to sleep like that for a nap! Then I came out to the kitchen to find a dozen roses shoved into a vase! If there's a better husband out there, I told him, I can't imagine what he'd be. Why am I so lucky, and others so not?
I forgot to mention, in the intervening time, I'll get to roll croissants at my old haunt this Saturday. My former student, Trouble, called me with a favor--can you cover for me while I go to a memorial service for one of my high school mates who died in a car accident a couple days ago. I couldn't say yes the second he asked me, I'm not as confident as I used to be, but it took about five or ten minutes before I texted him back and accepted. I'm really excited about it. It's really fun to see things come full circle a bit.
Anyway, that's pretty much it. I'm just pretty darned grateful to be alive, to enjoy all the strange and wonderful things that life has to offer. I was reminded recently, "Sometimes it's up, sometimes it's down, but it's always all around." I'm grateful for that reminder too.
I guess I should start with yesterday--I had a meeting with a personal trainer. We joined Harbor Athletic Club recently, and thought, hey, this is the way to get into the club, get oriented and all. So she put me through my paces on the women's weightlifting equipment. I didn't think it was terribly hard, not a lot of weight, not a lot of reps. My abs were not happy about the ball crunches, but that was really the worst of it. She said I'd be sore today. OMG, she was SO RIGHT, I had no idea I could or would hurt like this! So I've been pretty much useless today, curse that lactic acid.
Ran around and did some errands today, one of which was going to a local paper shredder/recycler to get rid of 10 # of old bills and ancient checkbooks. Clutter factor improved, ahh. Well, while I was there, I made the slight mistake of engaging the billing secretary in any kind of conversation. Next thing I know, I'm getting her life story, or at least how this guy cheated on her multiple times and she caught him, threw him out, how she feels so set up for hurt. I really felt for her, but the poor thing keeps texting back to him, apparently, and he's not being very nice, playing basketball in a park in her neighborhood, and she suspects his new thang lives in the neighborhood. So she's haunted by this jerk, and wonders why he can't just leave her alone. I was happy to listen, as it seemed she needed to talk about it, but there was more work there to do than I'm capable of, or even my old shrink was capable of! I really hope she'll find some happiness. What a bizarre, surreal experience.
That mission accomplished, I got through another quick Copps experience unscathed, which is saying something. Picked up some chicken thighs for our dinner, a Country Captain's Chicken from Cook's Country (say that ten times fast). It goes in the slow cooker and has made me look like a frickin' culinary genius, made our house smell like an Indian restaurant. My work done, I laid down for a much-needed nap at about 3:30.
Here comes 6:20, and Jim waking me up! OMG I was OUT, and I must have needed the rest. What a thrill to sleep like that for a nap! Then I came out to the kitchen to find a dozen roses shoved into a vase! If there's a better husband out there, I told him, I can't imagine what he'd be. Why am I so lucky, and others so not?
I forgot to mention, in the intervening time, I'll get to roll croissants at my old haunt this Saturday. My former student, Trouble, called me with a favor--can you cover for me while I go to a memorial service for one of my high school mates who died in a car accident a couple days ago. I couldn't say yes the second he asked me, I'm not as confident as I used to be, but it took about five or ten minutes before I texted him back and accepted. I'm really excited about it. It's really fun to see things come full circle a bit.
Anyway, that's pretty much it. I'm just pretty darned grateful to be alive, to enjoy all the strange and wonderful things that life has to offer. I was reminded recently, "Sometimes it's up, sometimes it's down, but it's always all around." I'm grateful for that reminder too.
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