Thursday, December 13, 2012
12:13 on 12/13
I should be sleeping. I am out on the couch to escape The Snores. Now I can't sleep. Been tooling around SP. Reading known's and unknown's blogs. There are so many different people here. I find it intriguing. A low glow in my eyes/face and finding people interesting not the best recipe for slumbertown.
At times like these, I feel like one of those women out on the beach in the 70's with those mirror-like metal plated fans under their face in hopes to catch the rays under their chin. Did they do that so that they would look slimmer with a shaded effect from the tan? Or, was it to just stay evenly toned? Well sitting here in this glow is keeping me out of my kitchen. So, my hopes may be similar.
"I hope one day to be as smart as my phone", says my dad. "As it stands, I can't say I am much smarter than my fridge." He can be kind of dry some times. Always up for a good laugh. He has features on his phone that he wonders will ever be used before he (as he says) "meets his maker".
Anywho, my workouts fell off last/this week. My trainer has been going through some personal stuff and we are put on hold until January. I have been walking the dog and taking long strolls on the beach but it is nothing compared to the sweat with me-PT. This week started slowly due to the boy being home but he's off now and I am finding my arse feeling more and more like led. I need to just go to the gym and bust it out.
I went to the post office this morning and for some reason that place just bumbs me out. The atmosphere is worse than the DMV. I asked the guy if I could have one of the stamps that I thought to be advertised on the wall. Turns out they were just "for fun". The postmaster told me, "You have to be dead to be on a stamp". And the grown man behind me said, "I can arrange that." What the? I just turned around and asked him to simmer-down-nah in my best Cajun and smiled. He kept shifting his wait from foot to foot and was breathing like someone who just ate a side of short ribs and ran up a flight of stairs 'cause his mama was damning. I went on with my biz and removed myself from the equation. This time of year conjures unique attitudes. Water on a duck. Right? At least he wasn't trying to steal my dog like some have endured as of late. I didn't have any stick in hand for protection but you'd be amazed at what I can do with packing tape.
I obviously need a fresh perspective. I think some rest will do me some good too.
So, first on the agenda:
f. Do something unexpected?