Hamp bum
I'm feeling lonely and like I'm flapping at loose ends. This happens more easily, the more unraveled my routine gets. I haven't even been out of work for a whole week yet.
Went for a physical and had one of those exams. I feel empty and strange afterward. I left pee and got a tetanus booster. Also whooping cough. I weigh 187#, which is 4# more than last time I got weighed at this office. My clothes fit better than they have lately and my abs feel stronger, so I'm going to say that this is a miraculous transubstantiation from ice cream into muscle.
Took Charlie on our usual walk. He found a ball and I threw it into the river, which is swollen beyond its usual banks, with a strong current. He was out there for a while, swimming, first after the ball, and then having lost sight of that, after maybe some ducks, or the other shore. I followed along on our bank, sometimes worrying that his sweet little head above the water was all I would ever see of him again. He looked like he was swimming backwards against the flow for a while. I called to him a few times, which would generally encourage him to swim closer to my shore, but then he'd get carried by the current some more. Finally he came to shore and I praised him lavishly for the strong swimmer he is. There is some slight evidence that he is perhaps a mite more tired than usual.
I'm watching "Glee" and hating myself for giving myself over utterly to trash. As Kevin says, at least there's an end to it. Imagine if I got started watching "The Simpsons."
I had such a good yoga class yesterday. Turns out the noon class is full of men. I will remember that. Nothing makes me feel like such a bum as showing up for the late morning Pilates class, to be the only guy in the room. I always remember that crowd by one snippet of overheard conversation, one of the women saying to another that it was time to open the poolhouse. Must have been last spring.
I'm still not shopping at the co-op. I'm still hurt about how they fired me and don't want to support them, even though it's still far and away the best store around for my needs. I was so used to doing most of my shopping there. Now I'm splitting it out among two farmer's markets (meat, eggs, produce), the Stop N' Shop (frozen strawberries, organic bananas, dairy), and Cornucopia (sucanat and other bulk dry goods, coffee, toiletries). Once the farm share starts up, the produce gets a lot easier. I have to plan my meat needs out a little better, because most of what I can get is frozen, and I can only get chickens on Saturdays.
I have plans for loaves and fishes tonight but unless Jesus shows up I don't know if it will happen. I stopped at the fish market on the way home, but they hadn't received their twice weekly delivery yet so there wasn't much to choose from. I was wet in the seat from my bicycle and feeling like a dirty bum when I went in there. I haven't started any bread. Maybe I should, now.
Went for a physical and had one of those exams. I feel empty and strange afterward. I left pee and got a tetanus booster. Also whooping cough. I weigh 187#, which is 4# more than last time I got weighed at this office. My clothes fit better than they have lately and my abs feel stronger, so I'm going to say that this is a miraculous transubstantiation from ice cream into muscle.
Took Charlie on our usual walk. He found a ball and I threw it into the river, which is swollen beyond its usual banks, with a strong current. He was out there for a while, swimming, first after the ball, and then having lost sight of that, after maybe some ducks, or the other shore. I followed along on our bank, sometimes worrying that his sweet little head above the water was all I would ever see of him again. He looked like he was swimming backwards against the flow for a while. I called to him a few times, which would generally encourage him to swim closer to my shore, but then he'd get carried by the current some more. Finally he came to shore and I praised him lavishly for the strong swimmer he is. There is some slight evidence that he is perhaps a mite more tired than usual.
I'm watching "Glee" and hating myself for giving myself over utterly to trash. As Kevin says, at least there's an end to it. Imagine if I got started watching "The Simpsons."
I had such a good yoga class yesterday. Turns out the noon class is full of men. I will remember that. Nothing makes me feel like such a bum as showing up for the late morning Pilates class, to be the only guy in the room. I always remember that crowd by one snippet of overheard conversation, one of the women saying to another that it was time to open the poolhouse. Must have been last spring.
I'm still not shopping at the co-op. I'm still hurt about how they fired me and don't want to support them, even though it's still far and away the best store around for my needs. I was so used to doing most of my shopping there. Now I'm splitting it out among two farmer's markets (meat, eggs, produce), the Stop N' Shop (frozen strawberries, organic bananas, dairy), and Cornucopia (sucanat and other bulk dry goods, coffee, toiletries). Once the farm share starts up, the produce gets a lot easier. I have to plan my meat needs out a little better, because most of what I can get is frozen, and I can only get chickens on Saturdays.
I have plans for loaves and fishes tonight but unless Jesus shows up I don't know if it will happen. I stopped at the fish market on the way home, but they hadn't received their twice weekly delivery yet so there wasn't much to choose from. I was wet in the seat from my bicycle and feeling like a dirty bum when I went in there. I haven't started any bread. Maybe I should, now.