We’ve had a really good, really fun few days, but oh my god the late nights. I’m SO TIRED. On Thursday, we were up past midnight because Greg and Amanda and the kids were passing through on their way to Boston. We had a great time (and saw them again for an hour the next day before they left), but we didn’t go to bed until late and then the goddamn steam heat banged through the radiator at 3 in the morning, and we still worked on Friday. Friday night wasn’t too late, but Saturday night we met Dan (from high school with John) and Lindsay for dinner and didn’t get to bed until nearly 3am, and then we were awake by 8am Sunday morning (I don’t know why), and then we were on our feet all day at the Rhode Island Comic Con (which was way fun), and all I want to do is go to sleep. It’s not even 7:30 right now, but I feel like I’ve been up for days. I see an early bedtime in my future.
The other day, John told me I’m in a book funk. I objected. I told him I am NOT in a book funk, I like the book I’m reading now. He pointed out, accurately, that I was JUST telling him what I don’t like about that exact book. Leaving aside that I’m capable of liking a book while not liking something about it, so that’s not really an indicator of whether I’m enjoying reading my book (maybe I’m enjoying complaining about it!), once I thought about it, I have to say he’s not wrong. I might be in a book funk. (Also, he wasn’t wrong about that book. I think I’d have to say I didn’t like it overall, but I liked certain things about it.)
I just went back to my book list, and my ratio of books I don’t like to books I like is WAY higher than normal. Over the last 12 weeks, I have not liked 10 out of 29 books. That’s a full third of the books I’ve picked up in the last three months. Either I’m getting worse at picking out books or I’m getting better at recognizing what I shouldn’t be spending my time on. The second thing sounds better. Let’s go with that.
The sort feature came back! I am way happier about that than I should be. I mean, really. It’s a sort feature on a website. But it’s back! And I can sort my wish list by price again! Seriously, I’m pretty pleased. I will take that as a positive end to what turned out to be a very long workday (what is with Fridays?), walk away from my computer, and read a book. Hopefully one that I’ll like. More on that tomorrow.
I keep a list of things I like about houses and might consider for our forever home (like tile floors or hardwood floors, floor to ceiling windows, skylights, Olympic sized bathtubs, wraparound porches, a creek at the bottom of an expanse of lawn, plenty of trees, window seats, a library with a ladder, first floor laundry, a mudroom, etc.). At this point, the list is full of contradictory things, and a house that had everything probably wouldn’t stay upright, but at least I have a list of things to refer to when we actually start looking.
Anyway, there’s a house a few blocks from us with pretty stone wall and steps and a vine-covered railing. I like it. I want it.
Added to the list.
I had my free session with a personal trainer tonight, and, uh, yeah. I won’t be doing that again. The workout was fine, but she totally ignored my requests about what I wanted her to show me. When we were done, she gave me the hard sell to work with her regularly, in the MOST annoying way. Maybe this works on your other clients, lady, but I CAN meet my goals without your help, and I can certainly do it for less than $400 a month. You don’t know me. Don’t assume I need outside motivation just because I’m taking advantage of a free session.
I’ve been home for an hour and a half, and I’m still super irritated. Must let go.
Oh hell, I’ll probably see her at the gym again sometime.
Maybe she doesn’t come in early in the morning. She didn’t look familiar.
I really don’t want to have to keep telling her no.
The pushy personal trainer can shove it.
It’s time to hang pictures. Some pictures. Or at least we’ll start thinking about where pictures could go and we can lean them against the wall in the right room. (Baby steps.) Nearly everything we have (that we’re traveling with) is framed now, so we just have to make some decisions. Except we’re likely to get more geeky art at the Rhode Island Comic Con this weekend (yay!), so maybe we don’t want to go poking holes in walls just yet. We can wait another week, right? And then another…while…before we get frames for the new stuff, and then some more time leaning pictures against walls while we work it out… I’m sure we’ll have everything on the walls just in time for us to move again.
John brought this up during dinner, and now it’s all I can hear. Please join me.
Added bonus fun:
Where did the weekend go? We ran errands on Saturday and went to the last Waterfire of the season (pictures to come). Today, we went out to breakfast and then got groceries and cleaned. I need another weekend. I need more time for reading and exploring and watching more Stranger Things (we started season 2).
Ugh, and I have to work again tomorrow. That keeps happening! Who needs work anyway? All work does is clutter up my life with things that aren’t reading. Buying stuff and doing fun things that cost money and, like, eating and wearing clothes are over-rated.
This has been this week’s edition of the Sunday Night Blues. Thank you for reading.
We watched two cats confront each other, which I found hilarious, and I’ve just spent the better part of ten minutes trying to figure out how I wanted to describe it. I was aiming for too grandiose, I think, so here’s the simplified version:
There was a white cat on the sidewalk and a black cat five or six steps above it on the walk to someone’s front door. The white cat meowed at the black cat, but the black cat was having none of it. It kept up a steady low warning growl while the white cat meowed piteously. I can only assume the white cat was trying to apologize for something awful it did, and the black cat was like, no way, dude, you had your chance. The white cat followed us a couple of houses down and then settled on the neighbor’s front stoop staring back in the direction of the black cat, literally claiming the high ground.
I wish I knew what they were saying.
The only thing we wanted to do for Halloween this year was walk around the neighborhood and see the decorations. At the last minute, I decided it was silly of us to wander around on Halloween without costumes, so I checked my closet et voila! I was able to put a totally serviceable costume together using clothes I already own AND that I actually wear, although not in this particular combination.
Side ponytail, off-the-shoulder sweatshirt, high-top chucks. I even tight-rolled my jeans for authenticity. Then I topped it off with an overly patched acid-wash jean jacket.
I wasn’t 100% committed (no blue eyeshadow, no bangs), but I think it told the right story. John put on a leather bomber jacket and went as my too-old-for-me boyfriend.
Guy holds cell phone away from mouth.
Hey, Isaac, your girlfriend’s on the phone!
Guy speaks into phone.
Oh, you’re not?
Do you want to be mine?
Holds phone away from his mouth.
Hey, Isaac, I’ve got some news for you!
One of our dining room cabinets smells like cookies all the time and we have no idea why. We never put cookies in it, and we’ve cleaned it with cleaning products that decidedly do NOT smell like cookies. I’m not complaining – I really like being surprised with this pleasant smell every time I open the cabinet door – but it’s weird. It inspired me to buy a scented candle so I could enjoy a pleasant cookie-like scent in other places in the house.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say I have regrets, but I will handle this differently next time. Today is a chilly day, high in the mid-50s, and it’s a little overcast. I remembered the candle, thought “what a nice idea!”, and lit it. It sat on the corner of my desk for an hour or so before I couldn’t take any more Christmas Cookie. I blew it out and moved it into another room, in front of an open window.
It’s been half an hour. My headache is subsiding, and so is the scent. It’s fallen into mild and pleasant again. Next time – there will be a next time – I will try to remember to leave it somewhere MUCH FARTHER AWAY from my head. Maybe the hallway.
I got a nightlight for our bathroom last week. The light switch is as far from the door as possible (because that’s convenient in a bathroom). It’s in the far corner, on the other side of the medicine cabinet, and it shares a wall plate with the outlet. It’s a rocker switch, so every time we reach blindly in the dark to turn on the light, we risk shoving our fingers in the socket. I figured I could solve the dark problem and the outlet problem by buying one of those nightlights that covers the unused socket. I found these cool-looking clear ones that glow in colors in the dark, and I got the red one because I read that red is less disruptive to your sleep than blue or green. I didn’t take into consideration that a red nightlight might disturb my sleep in other ways.
Now the bathroom glows red like a portal to hell.
Seriously, every time I get up in the middle of the night, and any time I notice the glow down the hallway as I’m drifting off to sleep, I’m half expecting demons to show up. I’m not sure blue would have been any better – then I’d imagine the not-friendly kind of alien. And if I’ve gotten green…I don’t know – maybe dark fairies?
I might be replacing the nightlight with baby-proofing outlet covers soon.
A friend of mine at work casually dropped into conversation that he’s seeing a screening of Monty Python and the Holy Grail followed by a Q&A with John Cleese and WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY LIFE THAT I DIDN’T KNOW THIS WAS HAPPENING?
It’s totally not okay that I didn’t find out this was a thing until the tour had passed me by. I am bereft.
But YOU don’t have to be.
Here’s the tour schedule. (Hint: it’ll be in DC soon and Louisville the week after.)
I need you all to go and have a wonderful time because I need to live vicariously through you.
I wish my dreams were a little less realistic, maybe a little more fantastic. I tend to dream about mundane things, often close enough to my daily life to make me unsure later if I dreamed it or if it really happened. (Did I pick up my prescription or just dream about it? Are we still out of milk? Maybe I only dreamed I got some from the store.) Other times, my dreams are too close to real life for comfort, like the other night when I dreamed about work. I dreamed about specific tasks I had to do this week, actual real documents I have to write or review – I feel like I should charge the customer for the hours I was sleeping. The only unrealistic thing about it was that I was in the office with my coworkers. (Maybe that counts as a nightmare.) I suppose last night’s dream was a little less like real life. I dreamed I was taking a walk in the woods and I found two bear cubs, and they were adorable and playful and they followed me home even though I was trying to leave them in the woods, and then their mama bear (even though one was a panda cub and one was a red panda cub, the mama was a big brown bear) was in the room, and I was trying to edge past her to get away, hoping she’d be focused on the cubs near the opposite wall, but she saw me and she chased me, and yeah, okay, that dream was nothing like real life.
I’m not going to talk about work. Instead, I will tell you what’s new!
Um….we joined a gym! Again, but for the first time since we moved. Our gym is less than a mile from our house, and it has oodles of cardio and weight machines and some group classes (although mostly at times I can’t go to because of work) and a scary half-circle-shaped room that’s always dark for spin classes – I’m not going near that. (Spin classes have too much yelling. I don’t want to be yelled at all, but I feel like if you’re going to yell, you should at least turn the lights on. It’s weird.) And they have 5 or 6 heavy bags, so we can resume our boxing workouts. Yay!
I lifted weights (and by “weights”, I mean “lightweight dumbbells” – let’s not get crazy here) for the first time in months (since May?) yesterday morning, and I am paying for it today. It’s the good hurt, but it’s still a hurt. Oh, and then I sliced my finger on the edge of the sugar container lid that John chipped earlier this week, so that hurts too. I did NOT bleed in the sugar. (Much.) At all! For reals. The sugar is not contaminated. (Much.) At all! (I’m sorry -can’t help myself.)
So let’s see…what else is new?
I guess that’s all.
I have all the dinner regrets. That’s not true – I have some dinner regrets. We ordered takeout pasta, and it was really good, and I ate too much of it, but it was so good, and have I mentioned that it was really good? But I’m so full I’m sneezing. Like, a lot. Can’t stop sneezing. I mentioned that to Corey a few years ago (that I sneeze when I’ve eaten too much), and he said he sneezes when he’s hungry. So maybe Mel sneezes while she’s eating?
It’s a rainy, kind of dank, dark day, but two things just happened that brightened my mood. First, I got this ridiculous, totally incomprehensible email from a customer:
“It looks like we do not have production turned on. So I need to get your metadata chicken figure production”
Total autocorrect fail, and it’s making me laugh. Metadata Chicken Figure is the name of my new band.
I responded with, “I can provide my metadata chicken figure production, but not until I receive your grounded sailboat muppet configuration. I’ll need to make sure they match.” (No, I didn’t. But Grounded Sailboat Muppet is the name of my autobiography.)
THEN I saw this picture on Tom and Lorenzo. It’s the hipsteriest hipster picture that ever hipstered.
Let us count the hipster ways…I get to 7 without even trying. I am amused.
Some of you have noticed that my cover photos have been changing. Thank you for being observant. 🙂 Wordpress introduced a change a while back that lets me select a bunch of pictures to use as header photos, and then the software selects randomly among them. Every time you visit or refresh the page, you’ll get a new picture. Fun times.
When I first started doing it, it let me crop pictures so they wouldn’t take up as much room, but the cropping feature isn’t working anymore, and I’ve decided not to worry about it. But that’s why some of the pictures are really big and some are narrow strips.
I’m also considering another theme change, but I’m very much in the “Hm. Maybe I should look at other themes” stage still. I haven’t actually started looking. Baby steps.
We haven’t had great luck with restaurants these past few days. We did go out for Italian for John’s birthday (yay us for going out!), but the food at the restaurant we picked (which was supposed to be a good one) was just okay. Then for lunch the next day, well, we had brunch the next day, but even the bottomless mimosas couldn’t make up for dry fried chicken with boring gravy over biscuits (the biscuits were fine).
But yesterday, we were downtown in the evening to check out some synthesizer stuff for John, and we had dinner at this Korean place I’ve had my eye on. THIS place is good. No cooking at the table, but hey, that’s less work for us. I had bibimbap and John had bulgogi, and everything was really good.
I am relieved. A string of disappointing restaurants is almost as bad as a string of disappointing books. But really, it’s a sign that I should go to the grocery store. If I’m going to be disappointed by a meal, it might as well be one I cooked myself.