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hummingwolf) wrote2007-09-25 11:57 am
hummingwolf) wrote2007-09-25 11:57 am
Moving backwards through my days
Monday: According to the pedometer, I walked roughly 6.8 miles. Perhaps I was a bit too harsh when I called myself a lazy slug earlier. Most of the walking was done as I was doing errands around town, things like buying groceries (sensible things like olive oil, multi-grain bread, onions, cheese) and going to the bank and other stuff I've forgotten. Since none of it involved bureaucrats, none of it involved standing around doing nothing for very long.
Is it just me, or is it a sad thing when a grocery store clerk can't recognize a bag of walnuts from the bulk foods section as a bag of walnuts? How does someone get to working age without knowing what a walnut looks like?
In the morning and for the first part of the afternoon, I sat around wasting too much time doing unedifying and not terribly entertaining things on the computer while calling myself a lazy slug.
Sunday: Ate too much. Did very little. Felt very much like a slug, slow-moving and repulsive. It's best not to dwell too much on Sunday.
Saturday: In spite of being tired, I went out to a little street fair where people gave me a free hot dog. Was amazed at the shade of green in the little relish packets. You don't get that color from pickling cucumbers; you get that color from pickling aliens. Before that, people told me about missionary work and gave me candy and pencils and AIDS awareness pins. There were apologies for the lack of chocolate, but the weather was too warm to keep those candies out in the sun without melting.
Friday: Incredible sense of loneliness on Friday night. This can probably be blamed on both exhaustion and hormones.
At Social Services, a woman was crying because the kind of help she needed was unavailable to those without children living at home. A man in a similar situation was there, less openly emotional but still at a loss for what to do next. I remember that feeling. If I'd had any advice for them, I'd have given it. What do you say?
Earlier in the day I spent time cleaning, though it wasn't as intensive as Thursday.
Thursday: Coffee hour! It was good to get out and be with people, in spite of the man lecturing at the front of the room. Did anybody catch who that was? Unfortunately, the Metro ride was rather enervating. Why does everyone have to live so far away?
Had more energy in the morning than I'd really expected to, so I started cleaning one of those things that requires you to clean other things. You know what I mean: "If I want to clean that set of shelves, I first have to move that other junk out of the way. And in order to get the junk out of the way, I have to make space in that other part of the room." Didn't get nearly as much done as I'd have liked--in fact, most people who aren't me probably wouldn't notice how much work I actually did do--but it was a lot of useful activity leaving me with a good feeling of accomplishment.
Wednesday: Went out & spent $9.96 on clothes at the Salvation Army. For background, keep in mind that on Wednesday, all clothes are 1/2 price, so take typical Salvation Army thrift store prices and halve them. Now think of this: there was a woman in line in front of me who spent nearly $150 on clothes. She apparently does this almost every Wednesday, sending them back to people in whichever country she originally came from. It was impressive. She said something about shoes here being too expensive, though, which is something I'd have to agree with.
Is it just me, or is it a sad thing when a grocery store clerk can't recognize a bag of walnuts from the bulk foods section as a bag of walnuts? How does someone get to working age without knowing what a walnut looks like?
In the morning and for the first part of the afternoon, I sat around wasting too much time doing unedifying and not terribly entertaining things on the computer while calling myself a lazy slug.
Sunday: Ate too much. Did very little. Felt very much like a slug, slow-moving and repulsive. It's best not to dwell too much on Sunday.
Saturday: In spite of being tired, I went out to a little street fair where people gave me a free hot dog. Was amazed at the shade of green in the little relish packets. You don't get that color from pickling cucumbers; you get that color from pickling aliens. Before that, people told me about missionary work and gave me candy and pencils and AIDS awareness pins. There were apologies for the lack of chocolate, but the weather was too warm to keep those candies out in the sun without melting.
Friday: Incredible sense of loneliness on Friday night. This can probably be blamed on both exhaustion and hormones.
At Social Services, a woman was crying because the kind of help she needed was unavailable to those without children living at home. A man in a similar situation was there, less openly emotional but still at a loss for what to do next. I remember that feeling. If I'd had any advice for them, I'd have given it. What do you say?
Earlier in the day I spent time cleaning, though it wasn't as intensive as Thursday.
Thursday: Coffee hour! It was good to get out and be with people, in spite of the man lecturing at the front of the room. Did anybody catch who that was? Unfortunately, the Metro ride was rather enervating. Why does everyone have to live so far away?
Had more energy in the morning than I'd really expected to, so I started cleaning one of those things that requires you to clean other things. You know what I mean: "If I want to clean that set of shelves, I first have to move that other junk out of the way. And in order to get the junk out of the way, I have to make space in that other part of the room." Didn't get nearly as much done as I'd have liked--in fact, most people who aren't me probably wouldn't notice how much work I actually did do--but it was a lot of useful activity leaving me with a good feeling of accomplishment.
Wednesday: Went out & spent $9.96 on clothes at the Salvation Army. For background, keep in mind that on Wednesday, all clothes are 1/2 price, so take typical Salvation Army thrift store prices and halve them. Now think of this: there was a woman in line in front of me who spent nearly $150 on clothes. She apparently does this almost every Wednesday, sending them back to people in whichever country she originally came from. It was impressive. She said something about shoes here being too expensive, though, which is something I'd have to agree with.
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I love the relish lines. I grabbed it for my quote of the day.
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Glad you relished the relish lines!
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And anyone who walks nearly seven miles after a week of doing all that is not a lazy slug. *nods*
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It was mostly Saturday & especially Sunday that had me feeling like a slug. There's so much more I wanted to do and all I ended up doing was sitting around eating! At least I managed to use up some of that food energy yesterday.
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