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Telepathy's gonna be the death. That's my ear worm at the moment. I'm just going through the motions. Watching and waiting. Wondering as I wander. Letting the days go by. I mean, come on. It's already the second month of 2012. One down, eleven to go. At this rate, we'll be in 2013 before you know it! Yikes. Talk about letting the days go by. I'm in a mood and it's not a good one. Been down so long it looks like up to me. I whip my hair back and forth. Maybe a new car would make me complete.
If I woke up tomorrow morning and it was still today, I would know that I was suddenly converted into Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. I wonder how long it would last. We never really knew how long it lasted for Mr. Murray either. I liked that they chose to focus on the comic aspect of the premise rather than dwell on the dark side. I need a vacation is all I can say! This year, even though the ground hog saw his shadow and predicted six more weeks of winter, everyone said big deal, we haven't had winter yet.
A day to myself again. Well, sort of. I did have a couple of errands for His Royal Smallness, but it was like a truncated Saturday routine on a Friday. I went to visit Helly who was in a good mood for about two minutes and then turned sour for the rest of the half hour visit. Then I went to the devil's warehouse for gas and a few things for a barbecue. I managed to get in a little nap before grilling the burgers and wieners. We had shrimp and caesar salad and it was all good and delicious.
Since I had the day off from work yesterday, I intend to make today about a little bit of organizing. I'm really bad at this aspect of my life. I can't do it on a regular basis. I need to spend a day (or two) whipping things into a frenzy. It's like I can't stand it anymore so I get the incentive to make things neater. There are about three different piles in the bedroom that need to be sorted and combined into one neat little pile. Then I may get started on the great de-cluttering project that awaits.
Another Sunday of lying about the house. There are usual routines to be finished, but the bed calls. Sunday is definitely a nap day. I suppose we'll have a barbecue later on, but right now all I want is a nice long nap. Later, after the nap, I'll barbecue hamburgers and hot dogs and make a hefty salad and we'll have company for dinner. Then we'll call it a day and hit the bedroom for a few hours of televised entertainment. Talk about routine! I have no problem with this. As a matter of fact, it makes me very happy!
Monday is just another day, except when one is awakened by the sound of rain. I just can't help singing the Carpenters song - Rainy Days and Mondays Always Get Me Down. I drove to work in the pounding rain, and walked to the office under the umbrella. Luckily, the rain subsided during the day and I was able to leave the office later in the day without the umbrella. But this is odd weather for February. We don't normally have this much rain, but all the warm winter up north is making for an unusual winter for us down south.
Tuesday is a rather busy day for me at work. I used to dread it, now I embrace it. Since I know that I will be at the office later than usual, I go in late. Today, I even took a longer than usual lunch, which made for a frantic afternoon. Although I arrived at work almost an hour late, I ended up staying at work more than an hour and a half late. I don't mind because it actually means job security. I no longer worry about being laid off but it's still a distinct possibility. Carry on anyway.
Some weeks just drag along. Lather, rinse and repeat seems to be the theme for this week. I think it's the lingering bad weather. Each day, waking up to dark and dreary outside makes me realize how folks up north get that seasonal affective disorder. It really zaps your energy. We need sunshine! This darkness is affecting me mentally. I can't even drive around after work and look for photo opportunities because it's either too dark outside or the rain won't allow for the window to be rolled down. So, I just drive home and get back in bed again.
Today, I was truly sad by the state of affairs in this country. Everyone seems to be bickering about some petty thing. There's no sense of unity, of any attempt to find consensus. The Republicans turn every little idea into something horrible. Why must politicians play political football with women's health? And really, whose business is it anyway whether two people who love each other and want to get married are of the same sex? You never know! It's time for folks to just live and let live. I wish people would stop looking for a reason to be offended.
It rained all night last night. I woke up early this morning to the sound of rain on the windows. We're on flood alert. If the water doesn't drain and the ground becomes super saturated, it could begin rising into the back house like in previous flood situations. There were two insurance claims in the past 20 years. It's a perennial problem. The back house was built without any elevation. As a matter of fact, the downstairs apartment was originally a garage. Back in 1926, nobody thought it would matter if the place flooded occasionally, so we live with it.
I like Saturdays. Usually, I can do whatever I please, after I've completed the required chores which include filling the car with gas and maybe going inside the devil's warehouse to replenish the pantry. Today was no exception. I visited with Helly for about an hour. I can tell that she's getting much worse, because last week and this week she yelled at me that she didn't know who I was and I should leave. It's hard to visit someone who doesn't know who you are and doesn't want you there. So, I came back home and had a nap.
I bought six peppers at the devil's warehouse yesterday - two each of yellow, red and orange. These peppers are such a bargain because they cost $5 for 6. At the regular grocery store, these peppers are $2 to $3 each! I bought them with intentions of making stuffed peppers. Today I used spicy turkey sausage along with other chopped vegetables. I put two poblano peppers into the mix and I could tell by looking at them that they are spicy! Later, we went to dinner at a friend's house where we had stone crab appetizers with leg of lamb dinner.
It was a cold weekend and the temperatures were extra low this morning. I wore a jacket to work and kept it on inside the office most of the day. It was a very quiet day at work and someone even came to my office at one point and asked why it was so quiet. I said that everyone was in slow motion because of the low temperatures and that it was just one of those Mondays where everyone is focused on work and there's just not a lot of schmoozing going on. Tomorrow is candy day and I'm ready.
It's national candy day. Every one at work was all sugared up. I was having a serious sugar slump after lunch. The afternoon just dragged after all the sweet stuff. Then I came home and His Royal Smallness wanted to go to Outback, so we put on the feedbags. I'm sitting here watching "Glee" and feeling oh, so full. What a lovely day. I've always had an association of Valentine's Day with my brother because tomorrow is his birthday and were he still here with us, he would be 63. It's hard to believe he's been gone 12 years already.
Beware the ides of February! Honestly, it seems that the relentless march of time has picked up the cadence. The beat goes on and the pace quickens. My, how time flies. As a matter of fact, time flies whether you're having fun or not. I'm trying to have fun but the dreary routine of daily life wears me down. We're gearing up for a three-day weekend and the prospect of not just one, but two art shows this year - one outdoors (the Grove art festival) and one indoors (the new Art Wynwood). It's going to be a fun weekend.
Today was my the birthday of my bitch boss. One of my coworkers, who also hates her, bought a fabulous chocolate cake from the French bakery. It was the highlight of an otherwise shitty shit day. When the bitch boss is in a bad mood there is a pall over the workplace. And she was in such a mood today. Not only is she way over the hill, but her husband was being a big baby, at home sick and calling her all day. I tried to not pay attention but it was like a train wreck in slow motion.
Tea gee eye eff baby. I was supposed to have today off to have a nice four-day weekend, but my bossy boss rescinded the day off when a memo came late in the day yesterday announcing a meeting this morning. She asked me if I would come in for a half hour but I decided that if I was going to make the effort to get up, get ready and be at work on time, that I was going to stay the whole day. It was a sort of productive day and I'm glad I went in after all.
I visited with Helen in the home today. She has gotten noticeably worse in the past couple of months and I'm preparing myself for her imminent demise. She just "celebrated" her 94th birthday. The sad thing is that her dementia has progressed to such a point that she is practically unable to have a coherent conversation. She's unable to find any words and doesn't understand anything. She's been practically blind for awhile already so I wonder why she's still here just sitting in that chair all day. She lives to eat, but I think she's forgetting how to do that.
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. As a matter of fact, it's such a beautiful day that we're going to the Coconut Grove Arts Festival. What a glorious winter day in South Florida.
The temperature climbed to 86 and when we were done with walking through the Grove, we came home and took a very long nap. The art is pretty much the same as has been for the past five years. The people are even pretty much the same. The weather is the same. The price increased to $10. It was worth every penny. We had a blast!
It's nice to have an extra day off at the end of a weekend. Thank you to all the presidents for this work-free day, and especially to Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Washington, who both had birthdays in February. We had another day of art immersion. First, we had lunch at our newest favorite restaurant, 100 Montaditos in Midtown. Then we went down the street to the art fair called Art Wynwood. It was interesting and I'm glad we went. We came back home and had a good nap and then tonight we went for dinner at a friend's house.
Back to work after a 3-day weekend is usually pretty rugged, but I work in such a touchy feely good-time workplace that today we had a full day retreat. No work. It was heavenly. And we got to choose between five different subjects to explore. So, I chose art and was able to play with watercolor for an hour. There was also an hour of me time and an hour for lunch. In between, there was some singing of "Kumbaya" and a couple of guest lecturers. What a great day. Plus I got to leave an hour early.
Today was really the first day back to work after a three day weekend because yesterday back at the job wasn't work at all. So, today made up for those two days off with the added cherry being that I just didn't want to produce my weekly missive, which is usually produced on Tuesday, but since yesterday wasn't a work day, the production was today. I went to Ash Wednesday mass and shot a few photos. Lunch was chicken nuggets and the newsletter was finished an hour after deadline. Tonight, I ate dinner and watched the same shows on television.
Next week, we celebrate leap day. I'm thinking about having some sort of celebration. The other day, Gloria was telling Raoul how wonderful it is to have a party in a banquet hall in Hialeah. What a world. It's like a third-world country over there. We went to a party at Christmas in one of those banquet halls and, oh yeah, what a trip. But, maybe it could be rather cheeky to invite everyone to come to Hialeah some Friday night for $25 a person and have a little get together! Why not? I believe it really could happen.
Not a bad day. It was a dreadfully boring routine but basically not a bad day. Actually, it was just another day of water flowing under rock into the blue ahead after the money's gone. Once in a lifetime there is water flowing. Water wants me back. I am lost without it. I saw that coming. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to sit and stew and look for more creative ways to say "I'm sorry." I'm always trying to learn new things. Why should today be any different than any other day? It's not Passover yet.
Busy. Busy. Busy. When things go well, it's heavenly. When things are wrong, it's hell. It's heaven all the way to heaven. And it's hell all the way to hell. There's a lot to do and plenty of time to get it done. Today is a good day to die. I just take it one day at a time. Tomorrow's another day. The hurrier I go, the behinder I get. Praise the lard. Let's move it. Where did the time go? There's plenty of time. Don't worry. Be happy. Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
Lather, rinse, repeat. Life is about maintenance. There's a lot to be done. I've only been awake for a couple of hours and I feel like I've already lived a full day. But what I have done? I drank some of the leftover juice from last night. I got up and peed and brushed my teeth. I opened the laptop and smoked a little. I've been connected to the Internet for the last two hours and the TV has been on for the last hour. Since then, Raoul has made coffee and got ready to go to the farmer's market.
Extremely high blood sugar can lead to coma or death. If you're still struggling with depression, ask your doctor if Abilify is for you. They're having way too much fun without me. She did listen. Now get a Focus with $2000 cash back. Maine is known for its white houses, rocky shores, and most important, its lobster. Hot, right out of the shell, I love lobster. It's the battle of the men versus the women. New Survivor, CBS Wednesday. Coming to the Broward Center, Billy Elliott. That's what listening to the television for too long can do to your senses.
Oh my lard, is it really Tuesday all over again? Lard have mercy, I can whip myself into a real good, "I don't like Tuesday routine" so easy that it almost scares me. That's why I have to sit in bed for a few minutes this morning and convince myself that it's just another day. It's up to me to make it a good day. Last night, I looked around me at my surroundings and I thought to myself, "Self, you been sliding far too long." It's time to get busy. Complacency gotta go and everything will be all right.
Jump, it's Leap Day. I don't understand the significance, but it seems like everyone is trying to make a big deal out of it. I got invited out last night by a woman, but I thought Leap Day is the day women propose to men. I wouldn't want a full-fledged proposal, but it sure was odd to get an invitation to go out from a woman friend. And someone who I never would have expected it from besides anyway. I tried to get her to meet Friday at our friend's house for Shabbat dinner but she had other plans.
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