Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Literally. Someone stole my cheese.
I had a little piece of goat cheese on my plate, I got up to let the dog back inside, caught a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye..and when I turned back my cheese was gone.
Gandalf, the former Garage Kitty, has come out of the closet. He is declaring his personhood.
He stole my cheese and is under the fireplace eating it.
In the morning he tries to eat my oatmeal. If my daughter sets her pastry down on the counter he starts chewing on it. At night he signals bedtime by pulling back my comforter, crawling underneath and resting his head on the pillows. He opens doors. I now have to lock the bathroom door because he will open it to let Turtle in.
He believes he is a person. Who likes goat cheese and Irish oatmeal and white chocolate peanut butter. I think it is probably a good thing he can't open the fridge (although certainly not for his lack of trying).
Today is the first day of my vacation. I don't go back to work until January 8. This morning we had to get up early (for a vacation day it was early anyway) to go to the airport. My daughter flew back to the US to spend the holiday with her Dad and his family. Her flight wasn't until 10:40 so we left at 7 even though the airport is only 50 minutes away because traffic going into Paris, and into the airport can be atrocious. Plus the crowds at the desks to get your boarding pass and check bags can be like giving yourself a root canal with no anesthetic.
So because I was - for once - prepared for delays we experienced none. The closest thing to a delay was at the counter the lady had to look up the regulation about minors flying alone and then decided she is close enough to 15 (the technical minimum age) to go by herself without an airline person to babysit her every move. I hung around at the airport until almost 11 when she texted that she was now actually on the plane.
Since it was on the way home and I could spend all the time I wanted I went to Ikea. My daughter shops like her father - get in, get out, see if she can set a new PR on shortest time. I like to wander about and look at everything. Yes, I mean everything.
Today I even had a purpose. I needed chairs. I've had the dining table for a month now but we have had no chairs so haven't used. Now, I have chairs!
After unloading the chairs and eating lunch I took Stupid for a walk. Today he tried to get into 2 doggie fights with dogs behind their fences. Then I went into the shopping area and wandered through some stores I hadn't been to before. I found the bookstore, which is combination books/movies/music/games/crafts and school supplies. I found the fabric/craft store, which is like a miniature version of JoAnn Fabrics. I checked on the TV table I ordered - in October! - which is still not available and they have no idea when it will come in. I know enough now to ask when it will be available but not quite enough yet to tell them to cancel the order and refund my money so I can buy something else.
While dinner was cooking I put together one of my new chairs and ate my first meal at my table. Which is what I was doing when the Cheese Thief struck.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
I've wanted to created a race playlist for a very long time but in staying true to my procrastinator roots I have not yet done so. But since I will be off work from 12/19 through 1/7 - and including 10 wonderful child free days! - I will have plenty of time to finally putting my music in order.
All races so far, and all runs for that matter, have been run with my trusty iPod Shuffle on...well, on shuffle.
Never underestimate the Power of the Shuffle...it's come up with some real winners in the past...
Pink's "I'm Trouble" when I was supremely pissed over a situation;
Sinatra's "My Way" as I approached the finish line of my first ever half marathon (and I trained on my own with no official plan at all);
KT Tunstall's "Come On Get In" the first time I experienced the Never Ending Hill of Death (We could make it easy, (or) we could do it right....oh, 'cause the time...has come, we could break these chains, and baby we could run);
"I Can't Drive 55" by Sammy Hagar when I first exceeded my 2 mile run time goal.
But...dare I say it...those runs were easy in comparison. Now I'm faced with 26.2 miles coming up in February. And while I refuse to be anything but confident I will do it...that is a freakin' long distance! I'm looking at over 5 hours of running!
I want to give the Power of the Shuffle a little help.
So I know by mile 26 I am going to be well & truly whupped and I want that perfect song to motivate me to move my feet that last few hundred meters to cross the finish line (ahead of the course sweepers). I want to finish upright and running, not shuffling along moaning like a zombie.
So Spark Peeps...give me your recommendations!
I want something with a good hard beat and motivational lyrics!
OK, I know you can't really know what lyrics I will find motivational. Music-wise I listen to something in every genre (I'm talking from classical to techno and everything in between). And there really don't necessarily have to be lyrics. One of my favorites to get moving happens to be an instrumental mix of Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy by the Andrews Sisters.
I will listen to everything recommended. Which will also let me expand my library and give me an excuse to upgrade my iPod because I am at about the size limit for my little Shuffle.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
I haven't taken Stupid Dog for the morning walk since Friday. Saturday and Sunday were running days and I can't run with him, and yesterday I had trouble getting up in the morning so I skipped the walk.
Today I also skipped in the morning because I had to do some last minute house straightening before the insurance guy came today to review the water leak damage.
Today was also the day the owner of the company and his posse came to the office/plant for meetings and a tour, with journalists in tow. So we all had to dress up more formally than normal. For me that was a dress and heels. This is important later.
So back to Stupid Dog.
I went home at lunch to meet with the insurance guy. Stupid Dog was locked in a bedroom barking his fool head off. The insurance guy showed up right on time; I had allowed for some delay on my calendar so when he left I still had an hour before I had to be back at the office.
I ate lunch and decided to take Stupid Dog out for the walk. Not wanting to walk a mile + in heels I changed into my winter boots, these are purple to match my coat. These are NOT the fashionable knee high leather boots one can get away with wearing with dresses or jeans; they were meant only to keep one's feet warm and dry in the snow. Remember this detail.
First was the sing along chorus of dogs. I honestly had no idea there were so many dogs in the village. Apparently they all come out for lunch to practice their routine for the French version of American Idol. From the moment we hit the sidewalk there were dogs barking all over the place. Stupid Dog felt compelled to join in and sing harmony.
Then we passed an older lady walking her dog; I have no idea what kind it was, just that it was smaller than the Stupid One. I stop and grab his leash right by the collar and tell him to wait as the lady passed. Stupid waited for maybe a second before lunging at the dog. Stupid is also still barking his solo of the Hallelujah Chorus. I have to yank him back repeatedly, the lady says something like Ooh la la!
We each continue on our separate ways. Stupid has to stop at every stick and stone and pee a river. This is the exact same route we walk in the mornings so it's not like it's new and exciting. And I'm not kidding about the river, little lakes of dog pee were forming. This wasn't just leaving a bit for doggie messages, unless he thought he was writing War and Peace.
We go around the first corner, the barking chorus continuing all the while, and now Stupid thinks he's a football player and starts ducking and weaving all over the sidewalk, darting around imaginary obstacles and barking...always barking.
Until we got to the bottom of the hill where he added jumping straight in the air to his antics. We were passing the house that keeps chickens (and I think they have a goat too) and one of the chickens squawked. Stupid, apparently, was mightily startled by the chicken squawk because he jumped several inches.
We reach the bottom of the hill and turn the corner and see...the lady with her dog coming along on the opposite side of the street. Again I make Stupid stop and grab his collar this time; he continues with the barking and lunging. I know he just wants to do a meet and greet with a potential new doggy friend but to her it must have looked like he was trying to attack.
Stupid keeps trying to choke himself until she passes behind us and then, since out of sight equals out of Stupid's mind (or what passes for one in his case), we continue with the ducking and weaving bit - and mercifully the Bark Bark Boys have stopped for the time being - and I see a delivery truck coming down the road.
Not a problem, where we are the sidewalk is kind of wide to accommodate cars parked in front of the house.
Yeah, I should know better.
For absolutely no reason that I understand Stupid proves his name by lunging into the road just immediately before the truck reaches us.
I didn't know a person's eyes could get so big.
The truck driver's, not mine.
Fortunately I still had a good grip and shortened leash so I could yank Stupid back before having to change his name to Flattened.
I have had more than enough by this time so I practically drag Stupid the rest of the way up the hill to the house. We finished the walk in record time.
We go back in the house, I grab my things and go back to work.
Remember those details I told you to keep in mind at the beginning?
Yes, I went back to work in my purple snow boots and spent the afternoon walking around in them. They clashed nicely with my dress. The only saving grace is that the owner and his posse and the journalists were gone by the time I got back to the office so I only looked foolish in front of the people I know.
THIS is just one of many reasons I prefer cats.
Sunday, December 09, 2012
I am now 13 weeks in to my marathon training and starting to get the real mileage long runs.
Today was a scheduled 14 miler but I went over a bit and ended up with my 2nd longest run ever, 15.41 miles. I'm happy to note that my Garmin ForeRunner matched the miles on my phone GPS with RunKeeper almost exactly. They were only 0.01 miles apart mostly, which is good enough for me. Perhaps yesterday's aberration was from starting my run by going downhill.
In any case I am beat now and will probably fall asleep soon. I have even struggling to keep my eyes open for the last hour. I should sleep well tonight.
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