Curses
Yesterday was one of those days when everything I touched turned to crap. Let me just say that I spent the weekend doing a seasonal cleaning on my kitchen. I cleaned the stove, removed the panel at the bottom of the stove and cleaned that, steamed and bleached counters, cabinet faces, door knobs. Maybe 12 hours of hard physical labor.
In the morning workout, I could not get the sequence of the sun salutation right and was always off sequence with my husband and my breathing. First clue.
When we went down into the garage to put on the music for the aerobic section of our workout, I accidentally wiped out the default settings, couldn't recover and David had to spend a few minutes reloading the playlists.
(Actually, I think our system is unnecessarily complicated. I think my husband is on a mission to make everything digital in our home be out fitted with an interface that I can't figure out how to use. Hopefully, several of them so if I get one of them down it actually hinders me in understanding any of the others. But that's just a theory.)
While trying to get tissues out of the box as I rode on the exercise bike, I knocked over the entire work table the tissues were on.
I did a belly dance class for Julie and Q at 10AM, and could not teach basic egyptian because I split the beat in the wrong place. I tried to step on beat four insteand of shifing on four and stepping on one. If you don't get basic dance or drumming this may seem obscure, but this is nearly as dumb as knocking over the work table. I was doing "and ah One Two Three" when the music was doing "One Two Three and ah". Fall down go boom, annoy and confuse students.
I was fairly safe during the middle of the day as I worked on financial stuff and reviewed classes for DIME. I realized I had missed the mail man, and so I took the dog to the post office with me to drop off my pre-reg. When I got back, I started a pork pot roast and put in half a bottle of Normandy cider. I went upstairs to work on the computer. After, oh...an hour or 45 minutes, I noticed the smell of pork. Since I really can't smell, that should have been a bigger clue. But, then I looked up AND THE UPSTAIRS OFFICE WAS FULL OF SMOKE!
The whole downstairs was so full of smoke that you could hardly see. No smoke detectors went off. There was this stuff all over the counter and the gas range top that was the color and consistency of molasses but was greasy. I don't even want to think about the pot it self which is still down in the sink as if soaking some more would actually help.
In the course of cleaning up, I made the kitchen worse. I put the burning pot in the sink, ran water into it and the greasy molasses goo sprayed all over the window frame over the kitchen sink and the cannisters nearby - all of which were steamed and spotless just the day before. I got bleach on my favorite pair of yoga pants, and grease onto a nice tshirt.
We had microwaved leftovers. It's a wonder I did not blow up the microwave.
This morning we went to the DMV to transfer titles and get permanent plates for my truck. I had no tortillas, so I made hot cereal. I burned that while drinking coffee and watching the news and had to do it over.
I don't know....maybe I should just get a good book and read today. I'm afraid to drive, load the wood stove, clean house and I'm definitely afraid of cooking anything.
In the morning workout, I could not get the sequence of the sun salutation right and was always off sequence with my husband and my breathing. First clue.
When we went down into the garage to put on the music for the aerobic section of our workout, I accidentally wiped out the default settings, couldn't recover and David had to spend a few minutes reloading the playlists.
(Actually, I think our system is unnecessarily complicated. I think my husband is on a mission to make everything digital in our home be out fitted with an interface that I can't figure out how to use. Hopefully, several of them so if I get one of them down it actually hinders me in understanding any of the others. But that's just a theory.)
While trying to get tissues out of the box as I rode on the exercise bike, I knocked over the entire work table the tissues were on.
I did a belly dance class for Julie and Q at 10AM, and could not teach basic egyptian because I split the beat in the wrong place. I tried to step on beat four insteand of shifing on four and stepping on one. If you don't get basic dance or drumming this may seem obscure, but this is nearly as dumb as knocking over the work table. I was doing "and ah One Two Three" when the music was doing "One Two Three and ah". Fall down go boom, annoy and confuse students.
I was fairly safe during the middle of the day as I worked on financial stuff and reviewed classes for DIME. I realized I had missed the mail man, and so I took the dog to the post office with me to drop off my pre-reg. When I got back, I started a pork pot roast and put in half a bottle of Normandy cider. I went upstairs to work on the computer. After, oh...an hour or 45 minutes, I noticed the smell of pork. Since I really can't smell, that should have been a bigger clue. But, then I looked up AND THE UPSTAIRS OFFICE WAS FULL OF SMOKE!
The whole downstairs was so full of smoke that you could hardly see. No smoke detectors went off. There was this stuff all over the counter and the gas range top that was the color and consistency of molasses but was greasy. I don't even want to think about the pot it self which is still down in the sink as if soaking some more would actually help.
In the course of cleaning up, I made the kitchen worse. I put the burning pot in the sink, ran water into it and the greasy molasses goo sprayed all over the window frame over the kitchen sink and the cannisters nearby - all of which were steamed and spotless just the day before. I got bleach on my favorite pair of yoga pants, and grease onto a nice tshirt.
We had microwaved leftovers. It's a wonder I did not blow up the microwave.
This morning we went to the DMV to transfer titles and get permanent plates for my truck. I had no tortillas, so I made hot cereal. I burned that while drinking coffee and watching the news and had to do it over.
I don't know....maybe I should just get a good book and read today. I'm afraid to drive, load the wood stove, clean house and I'm definitely afraid of cooking anything.