During my walk this morning, I encountered a girl about eight or nine years of age (or perhaps older) who was doing her best to load her arms with more items than she could carry. I stopped and asked how far she had to go, intending to volunteer my support. She pointed to a truck across the street but before I could say anything else, a woman a little farther up the sidewalk who I hadn't spotted previously, said the girl was OK and could take two trips if needed. I got the distinct vibe that I was being viewed as a potential predator. I respect and even applaud the woman (I am assuming her mother) for stepping in, but is it OK if I still felt a little creepy and sad that we live in a world where I have to be careful who I offer to help? Don't get me wrong, I understand it. I'm just disappointed by it.
Two concepts mentally called into question during my walk...
- the coolness factor of wearing a scarf with a leather motorcycle jacket
- my ability to fashion said scarf around my neck in a way it doesn't threaten to blow away every few minutes
Friday is "Too bad, get your ass out for a walk," day. Anyone know if you can still get those little heat pouches we would stuff in our boots and mitts? I figure with an extra hour prep time, some duct tape, and a few hundred pouches, I might be able to extend my outdoor excursions for at least another week or two, until I completely succumb to my nemesis, the damnable cold.
Tune to freeze by: The Beatles "Drive My Car".
Have you ever found yourself saying to someone "You know, if I knew how to do that, I would totally do it for you," and then immediately after, in your head, think "remember to never learn how to do that"?
Good morning Thursday.
I realize we both have to be here today but let's try and keep to ourselves as much as possible. It's a small world, I know, but I am confident with a little effort we can each find our own space and give the other some breathing room. Don't bother looking for me because I will be hiding and I am really, really good at it. Like scary good. All my friends say so. So you stay over there, I'll stay over here, and we'll just wait for Friday to show up. I'm glad we can communicate and behave like adults about this.
Today's song for a separated room: The J. Geils Band "Centerfold".
I have decided, when I wake up excited about being half way through the work week and prepared to tackle the day, I am going to refer to it as being "Humped and Pumped". It only seems natural.
Wednesday decided to take my challenge and deliver me a less than satisfying morning. Disappointing enough that it has forced me out into the cold and intermittent rain for a walk, coffee, and donut. All I know is that it better smarten up or I'll - well I guess I won't do anything. I know it's a day and not a person. I'm frustrated, not stupid. Or at least not THAT stupid.
I've been getting depressed due to all the news I see about one bad thing happening after another in the world. Then I read that Blake Shelton has been voted the Sexiest Man Alive this year and the news is even trending above the latest mass shooting in Tehama County, California. It warms my heart to see humanity staying true to its priorities. Thank goodness for the little nuggets of positivity that bring sunshine into my day.
OK Wednesday, what'cha got?
And it better not be the cooties. I saw a bad case of those back in grade five and no one wants to live through that twice. Lost a lot of good kids that year. Well, maybe not "good" kids but most of them were at least tolerable. I can almost remember some of their names.
Other than that, bring it on.
Ditty for the day: Dolly Parton "Nine to Five".
Meant to go out for an hour last night after being cooped up in the house for a couple days, doing a lot of work. Lucky (or unlucky, depending on whether you measure by the night before or the morning after), I met some fine sea (lake?) faring gentlemen who were more than happy to share their time ashore with song and drink. Beer and Tequila are not part of my standard Monday routine, and I can't say I'll make it an ongoing tradition, but it turns out when other people are buying the rounds, any day can be treated like a Friday night. Unfortunately it doesn't turn the next day into Saturday, but time and Tuesday wait for no man (or any other unspecified gender I suppose) so it's off to work I go.
Tune for a Tuesday: David Bowie "Let's Dance".
Spent twenty minutes like this at the gym waiting for someone to come and ask me what I was doing. I finally had to leave, but I figure I'll make up for it next time by coming in earlier and taking my pants off first. Sometimes it pays to kick things up a notch.