Wednesday, July 18, 2012
The scale was kind this morning, showing a number not too far away from where I was at the end of April, when dreams of reaching the goal weight swirled betwixt the tendrils of thought roaming my brainspace. Didn't really help matters much by going to Quiznos for dinner, I'm sure, but once again I'm reminded of the importance of perspective, as the number, in and of itself, was just 2-3 lbs lighter than a number I was kvetching about just a week or two ago.
Looking into the mirror, I also tend to whine to myself about the face staring back at me. Perhaps it's the result of seeing it day after day after day, but I think it looks pretty much in line with my age, and certainly older than it looked ten years ago. But then I keep hearing from people that they totally wouldn't have guessed how old I was. So maybe there's a bit of "feeling old on purpose for the ego boost of hearing how not old I actually look to others" going on?
The most recent example of this occurred out on the frisbee field last week, where a teammate was bemoaning that another former teammate no longer played with out squad, as that made him the oldest Ass Clown (the team's name is No Talent Ass Clowns, as derived from Office Space's Michael Bolton bemoaning his musical namesake's fame making his life hell). I asked him how old he was, and with a chagrined look on his face, he admitted that he was 32, going on 33 (his birthday is this week, apparently). I gave him a look, and said that he wasn't even close to the oldest. Seeing a couple of quizzical glances, as I was one of only three new members of the team this summer, I told them I'd hit 37 in May, and was rewarded with a couple of astonished looks, and a couple of the women saying things along the line of, "I never would have guessed."
I promise, I don't set up conversations to get those reactions. But I do admit to thoroughly enjoying them when they come around.
And I still go home and see that verge of middle aged man in the mirror. Not sure why that is, when I get, like I said, quite a bit of feedback to the contrary.
Rush - "One Little Victory"
Monday, July 16, 2012
Someone canceled an appt at the dealership, and they snuck my vehicle into the slot. So I walk the couple of miles out there, in 98 degree heat, arrive soaked through with sweat and rescued my steed. The tests they did made it seem like it was a battery issue, so a $150 solution, rather than the ~$500 alternator plus battery plus ??? that was mentioned as a possibility, so that's nice.
Unfortunately, the mechanic couldn't give me a definitive "all's well", more like a, "we took care of the immediate issue," drive it around a couple of weeks, and let us know if anything else goes wrong. Bit of a seed of doubt there. But hey, I'm mobile again.
Of course, 20 minutes after I get home, I get word that the only thing I needed to get to tomorrow is cancelled. Shouldn't be a problem coming up with alternate things to do, need to go find me some boxes to continue the packing process.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
As mentioned, moving soon from the current apt. in Fitchburg, over to the east side of Madison. I'll miss living across from McKee Farms Park, which until this spring would have been more of a generic statement than a real one. But I've actually used the space this spring/summer, going for a number of walks, or just going over there with a book and sitting scummy pondside in the middle of a hundred degree day, surveying the wide expanse of crispy brown grass. I've been over there far more than the sum total of the first two and a half years I've lived next to it.
Mapping out the walks on this site's route mapper, which is surprisingly agile, the basic route is approximately three miles, a 45-60 minute trip depending on the day, and how often I stop to engage in a staring contest with a rabbit in the brush.
It appears that where I'll be going is about a mile away from Olbrich Park on the Lake Monona shoreline (and if anyone is able to divine the song that just flitted across my brain from that phrase, I'll be highly, highly impressed). That's a fave park of mine in town, for the Botanical Gardens, and from playing frisbee there over the summers (though it's not is use this summer, and I don't know how long parks are rested for). So I expect I might wander over there and...wander. Looking forward to it.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
But I was low on gas, and so I stopped at Speedway, after passing by the BP station I usually stop at, after passing by the Mobil station that I stop at if I don't choose the BP. And I fill up at the Speedway, which I've only done once or twice in the three years I've lived just down the road, and I go to start the car for the journey down I-94, aaaaand....nothing.
Car won't start. Fortunately, that gas station I never stop at happens to be about 50 yards from a dealership. But it still took me two jumps starts to get there. And unfortunately, it's not just a (realtively cheap and same day fix) bad battery, it's something that requires further study, possible bad alternator, $500 worth of repairs. Fun stuff.
But I'm amused at how instead of heading right out on the highway (just on the other side of the intersection from where I stopped), I did stop at that gas station. Could have been far worse, or more annoying anyway, if I'd lost power after having gotten out onto the highway, or if I'd made it to Milwaukee and got stuck there. At least here, I was able to walk home, and call it exercise, to boot.
Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll take a nap. I forgot to grab a hat out of the car before I left it in the dealership's hands, and the sun beating down on my scalp too a bit out of me. I was thinking of continuing on, another couple of miles and walking to the movie theater again, but the second thoughts are winning this battle.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
How likely am I to fit in those size 34 waist jeans at any point soon? Is there any hope of ever using the 33 waist dress pants for myself again?
It's the pre-preparation process for moving that has me pondering these precious proposition, perusing pants I haven't put on in perhaps 5 years, and wondering whether perchance, I may probably be able to parade down the street and not split a seam any time soon?
Problem I have, I don't quite know how much space I will have for storage when I move. And, being the packrat I am, I have a lot of stuff. One pass through the closet, and I didn't really weed out very much to discard or donate. With so many of my articles of clothing, there's a recallable story behind the acquisition of that t-shirt, or the purchase of those pants. Ok, maybe not so much the pants, but a lot of my t-shirts are of various bands I like, so I'm loathe to get rid of most of them, even if I'm old (if not mature) enough now to look askance at wearing some of them out in public.
I have declared the pants a lost cause for the most part. Even if I do shrink the waist enough to fit into them soonish, I'll just buy some cheap new ones. The average price for jeans I've purchased in the past ten years probably being south of 10 bucks, that won't break the bank, and besides, belts will help bolster the life of the currently comfortable pairs. Keeping the dress pants though, they're pretty spiffy looking.
So far, I've filled one trash bag with donatable threads, and will likely have another by the time I get though this first pass. A decent first step, I guess.
The perusal of the book shelf went far less well. I wanna keep 'em all (waaaaaah!).
I have a surprising number of Stephen King books for not really considering myself much of a fan of his. I have a great number of Harry Turtledove books, too but that's far less surprising. And I have a bunch of Lincoln Child/Douglas Preston Agent Pendergast novels, but those are surprising only because I didn't realize I had them on the shelf. Things get lost when you place books in multiple rows, and never go spelunking to see what goodness might lay behind the stuff you liked well enough to display in the first rank.
I did take a bunch of items off the shelf and place them into a box, but I suspect that plan will have to be altered, because the box is already too heavy for me to pick up, and it contains only about 30% of the books off my shelf. Multiple, smaller boxes is the way to go, methinks.
Today's (well, Wednesday's, anyway) exercise, then, consisted largely of moving stuff around, with intermittent stretch breaks, playing a random Coach Nicole sparky vid and moving along. Got a decent sweat going bringing things down from shelves, etc, and I suspect I'll be sore tomorrow. Since I kicked up a fair amount of dust, disturbing things that in some cases haven't been touched in three years (and yes, I am wondering why I'm insistent on keeping those items...self-awareness doesn't always translate to action), here's hoping I don't sneeze the night away.
And maybe tomorrow, I'll accomplish some other stuff that's been on the far edge of the plate for a while. We shall see.
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