Month: September 2010

So relaxed

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I’ve only been home for about half an hour, but I feel as relaxed as if I just got out of the bathtub.  Maybe because I don’t have to do anything else tonight?  I went to the store on the way home, put the groceries away, fed the dogs, rescued my rosemary plant (needed more soil), sliced a baguette, and put chili on the stove to heat up.  I think it’s the music.  Tonight, the first thing I did when I got home was turn the stereo on.  Loud.  (Not wake-the-neighbors loud, but louder than background music.)  I’m listening to this CD I bought a while back when I was looking for relaxation stuff, and I usually listen to it while I’m taking a bath (Aha!  The bath connection!).  Mozart for Morning Meditation.  I love it.  (The link is for the MP3 download.)

Lunges make your butt sore

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Mine, anyway.  Thought you should know.  I did some lunges after my run yesterday morning, not even that many, and today I can hardly sit.  It’s the act of sitting (and then standing up again) that kills.  And forget stairs.  I’m crawling up them.

After buying a bunch of books at Borders on Saturday, we felt we needed more, so we went to the used bookstore in Reston this afternoon.  I like that store, and we always find books we want, but every time we go I feel like I’m missing something, like I didn’t look everywhere I could for a particular book.  I think it’s because the shelves go so high I can’t read the titles on the topmost rows.  The book I’ve been looking for, THE BOOK (there are about 12 of those at any given time), could be up there, and I’d never know.  Tragic.

Not a social creature

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Not today, at least.  I had one of those days where I didn’t want to see ANYbody.  Didn’t want to talk to anybody but John.  I did eventually talk to Maggie and Christina at the gig (the band played for the same neighbor tonight), and of course I was happy to see them, and it’s not that I don’t like people.  That’s true some of the time, but when it’s true, it’s not true for specific people.

I’m rambling.

John played this for me yesterday.  Mind, I don’t know if it’ll make you laugh or cry.

I think it’s hilarious.

Word choices

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Our phones think they know better than we do what words we mean to use.  At least when we’re texting or typing emails.  How scary would that be if this happened while you were talking to someone?

Actual text message exchange between me and John yesterday.

Me: What do you want for dinner?

John: Pheasant.

Me: Too gamy.

Me: OHIO?

Me: Crap.  IHOP?

John: Don’t tease me, woman.  You know how much I love Ohio.

Books, glorious books!

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I had a coupon for 33% off one book and 10% off my entire shopping trip, so we went to Borders this morning.  Bought lots of books, mostly because in addition to my coupons (COOpuns!), they were having a sidewalk sale.  In the parking lot.  Whatever – everything out there was between $3.99 and $5.99.  Lots of books were bought by us.  And now I get to catalogue and shelve them.  Well, maybe not NOW, since it’s a beautiful day and I’d like to spend it outside.  Later.  But soon!

I hear birdies and their wheels are bare

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I haven’t pointed you guys here in a while, but hopefully you’ve found your own way.  In case you need a nudge, check out today’s post.  Level 3 makes me laugh and cringe at the same time, particularly near the end of the section.

I solved my focus problem at work today (answer: work closely with someone else), but I’m totally worn out.  So for now, for tonight, no internet, no TV.

Wait – almost forgot.  Roxy had a seizure last night around 11pm (which might explain some of the tiredness).  She’s fine now, and the seizure itself was pretty normal.  Just one, no cluster.  Her last one was somewhere  between 10 days and two weeks ago, I think.  I’m not sure because I didn’t write it down or call the vet to let them know.  I don’t know why I didn’t.  I just let it slip.  ‘Cause, you know, I don’t care about my dog.  Clearly.  Poor puppy.

An aversion to work

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Not work of all kinds, just the kind of work that’s paying my salary right now.  I haven’t been able to focus on work for two days straight.  And I know it’s not a general inability to concentrate since I’m perfectly capable of concentrating on just about anything that isn’t what I’m supposed to be doing from nine to five.  I do have a solution for tomorrow, though, so I’m not really worried about it.  Deadlines help, too.

You know what doesn’t help my powers of concentration?  The band.  They’re rehearsing (their next gig is this Sunday), and I can’t seem to finish a thought.

I was able to finish my book.  That was last night, though, so it doesn’t count.  (No band to compete for my attention.)  Holly sent it to me (Thanks, Holly!).  I liked it, and I plan to look for more from him (I read Breath, by Tim Winton), but the ending felt a little…off.  He brought up and quickly glossed over a lot of things right at the end that didn’t seem to be directly related to the majority of the book.  I can see how maybe everything could be pulled together, but it would take another book.  For the end to work, I felt like I needed more information about that part of his life.  And that’s what got glossed over.  But that was just the very end.