New podcast

When I don’t have an audiobook going in the car, I’ll go for a podcast. I had a new one fall into my lap last week. Its host is a woman who lost 100 pounds twelve years ago, making small changes.

Her main advice is to not start anything that you aren’t prepared to keep up for your entire life. And next is to not do anything big that is a quick fix.

My first week, I was away, so I wasn’t fully ready to start anything. I decided to go for 64 ounces of water a day. I actually managed it and more. I got through the running to the bathroom to pee all day while I was on vacation and it didn’t really matter if I wandered off. I kept it up. I am no longer running off as frequently, since my body seems to have adjusted.

Sunday night, I packed all my stuff for an early morning swim, followed by work. I got my lunch ready to bring with me.

I weighed myself this morning. I will be continuing that on Mondays.

Today, I got up early. I put on my swimsuit and cover-up, grabbed my bag and headed to the gym. I got in the pool and told myself to not do the full distance. When I got halfway through, I told myself to just do a little more. Then, suddenly, I had just one lap to go! I did it! I went into the hot tub after the swim. I had to get out when the guy in his tidy whities got in. Nope. Didn’t want to see that getting out of the water.

I showered, dressed, and went to work, drinking my water along the way. I found that they moved the little free library a block away! I chose a healthier breakfast than I normally would. I got my coffee and settled into a work schedule.

Close to lunch time, I realized I left my lunch at home in the fridge. Thankfully, we were off early and I wouldn’t starve on the way home.

I went to drop some of the books from my car into the little free library, went to the post office and ATM. I picked up a hold from the library and went home to eat my lunch. I napped and then went to the grocery store.

When I got home, I took out the garbage cans. I had forgotten that I was going to take a kid to get snacks at the grocery store, so I sent them back to the store with my debit card.

I got my stuff ready for a trip to the pool again tomorrow. Is this something I can keep up for the rest of my life? I sure hope so.

Doing a favor for a friend

A friend asked me to do a favor for her at 4 am today. I said no problem. Alarms all set, I went to sleep. I woke up at 1 am, and realized that it was possible she meant 4 am Eastern time. Yup! Thankfully, I realized it in plenty of time to get it done. Now I get to sleep in, feeling accomplished.

In theory, that is. I got the order done, but the card I tried to use didn’t want to work, so I had to fully wake up to figure out why and what to do. Then I tried to email her the confirmation that I’d accomplished my middle of the night task, but my address book on my email account decided that it wasn’t going to work. I had to hand type her email address in. Thankfully, I knew it, but suddenly blanked on if it was yahoo or gmail. I guessed right.

Of course, by then I had to get up and use the bathroom, because what else does one do in the middle of the night?

I got back in bed and had to find extra blankets since our heatwave finally broke and my toes were cold.

I didn’t eat much dinner because I wasn’t hungry at dinner time. I don’t want to get up and eat at this time of night because I don’t want to let my stomach think that it’s an option. I’ll drink water, so I’ll have to get up and use the bathroom again in an hour or so.

I don’t know where my purse is with my kindle on it, and I don’t want to fall asleep with my reading light on, so I decided to write here instead of read. It didn’t make me tired, though. I think I’m going to have to bite the bullet and find the purse.

Now that I’ve found the purse by getting up and turning on the light, I should be fully awake.

And I just remembered that my daughter reminded me right before bedtime that I told her I’d drive her and a friend somewhere with no parking in the morning. At least her version of morning starts closer to noon than most people’s version of morning.

It’s 2 am now. I am going to stop writing and read for a little while. Hopefully I’m tired enough that a little while won’t take me to morning. Goodnight!

Chaotic day

I had a long weekend agenda. Friday afternoon, I got a message that silent book club was cancelled for Sunday because of the Bay to Breakers. Ok. Still a lot of my schedule for the weekend. An hour later, I got a message that my friend couldn’t make it to the movie we’d planned to see, and neither could most of the burrito, so we’d reschedule for Saturday. Ok. Now I have Friday evening free.

Saturday morning, I realize that my wallet wasn’t in my purse. I knew I had it out at work on Friday, so after searching for it at home, my daughter drove me to work to search my locker. It wasn’t there. While I was starting to think harder, my daughter called my other daughter to start up the search at home again. They asked where I’d been. I went nowhere Friday evening. Wait a minute. I moved my swim bag to my trunk before coming into the house. Yep. My wallet was in my swim bag.

We rushed home so I could get to the meeting at the movie theater. On the way, they rescheduled it again, for Sunday. Ok. We grabbed the keys for the storage unit to get the camping equipment for next weekend, so we didn’t have to go during finals week. We are all set, we think.

We got home and unloaded everything. Then repacked most of it back into the car. I took a quick nap.

After nap time, I moved on to board game night with my nerd girls group. I was the first to arrive. It was pouring rain, so some people cancelled. We ended up with a small group of wonderful people. Of course, I was the oldest one by far. We played Skulls and Seven Wonders. I got picked up at 11. The others kept playing. I was happy to get out of the house on a Saturday night, especially with such friendly people.

Sunday morning, I decided to skip the 5k I was supposed to do. I ended up with a quiet morning.

Uneventful classics bookclub, since I didn’t finish the book in time. I didn’t make it to the library to pick up my held books. The movie was cancelled again. I give up. Staying in. Attempting to finish Daisy Jones and the Six.

Shazam

I had little on yesterday’s agenda, and Shazam was playing nearby, so I decided to take myself to the movies.

The movie was cute. It wasn’t the same as when I was a kid watching it on Saturday morning cartoons, but I laughed a lot and followed the action.

After the movie, I stopped at Starbucks then at the book store. I browsed for a long time. Independent book stores are great. I always want to buy them out. Today, the employees were discussing an upcoming contest involving guessing how many objects are in a jar. One was arguing that they can’t do that because someone can do the math and figure out the exact amount. No one is going to do that was the argument back. I pitched in my two cents. These are readers, not mathematicians, plus no one is going to take the trouble to figure it out mathematically.

I took the train home. I got to the station and just missed a train. I looked at the board and there was nothing listed for upcoming trains for my line. I was really confused. I went up to the board that showed each train and where it was on the line. There was a train about 8 stops away. And one ten stops away. “29 minute wait.” Something was definitely wrong with the system. I watched the train move closer and closer. It arrived about fifteen minutes after I arrived at the station. So much for 29 minutes. On the way home, the drive was smooth, other than the driver stopping at a stop that isn’t a stop anymore. Scenic route, I guess.

It was a nice, mostly uneventful day. I should have more of those.

Field trip today

My daughter’s dance troop had a field trip today to dance at a middle school assembly. It was the younger part of the group, so my daughter wasn’t part of the group.

They were desperate for drivers, and I had been fingerprinted, etc, for the school, so they practically begged me to go. I was off work for bereavement leave, so I agreed to go.

I had to be at the meeting point at 7:30 am, but I didn’t realize it was raining. I arrived a few minutes late, but I was there before some of the kids.

I picked up the huge school van. What a difference between that and my tiny little car. The kids loaded up their costumes and themselves in the car, and then we started the seat belt argument. We were the first van to leave, since we finished the loading up and argument first.

I am a slow driver, and I’m even slower with the huge van and the kids in it. I was expecting to get at the performance location at the same time as the other three vans. My GPS decided to send me to the staff parking lot, so I had to drive around the building to get to where I needed to be. I arrived as the third van. But, we all got there.

We learned from last year. We arrived and located the bathroom. Then insisted on chairs for the chaperones. Then we settled in to watch the show and take photos. I was getting texts about the funeral plans, but one thing at a time.

The first performance went smoothly. The first batch of kids left and the second came in. The second performance went smoothly too.

Then, to change and have lunch. We got everyone back into the vans and headed to in n out after having the seat belt argument, again. The place was crawling with the dancers. Everyone got their orders and sat. Suddenly, all the kids got up and started walking. Ok. I guess we’re headed back to school.

We dropped the kids off, returned the vans and headed on our way. I ended up at the funeral home again. Ticking things off the list. I am looking forward to a quiet evening tonight. This means that someone will have something for me to do when I get home.

Crashing a field trip

After work today, I was going to meet my daughter and her class for a field trip to an art museum.

I left work and texted my daughter. She got a ticket for me. I was to meet her in the courtyard by the main entrance. I found parking and walked into the museum. My daughter was nowhere to be seen. I was at the wrong museum. We figured it out after several phone calls.

I got to the right museum. Found my daughter and had lunch with her. Then we found her class.

We walked around listening to the instructor. I thanked him for letting me crash the field trip.

I enjoyed my trip out. We went to the art store and to dinner on the way to class.

After class, when we got home, I realized that I was close to my fitbit goal of 10,000 steps. I paced around the kitchen and bathroom until I hit my goal. Two days in a row! The side trip to the wrong museum helped me get there.

No wasted trips, part two

Yesterday, I posted here about forgetting why I was in the garage randomly. Here’s the follow-up.

When I got home after class, I was running around trying to get to my 10000 fitbit steps, so I was all over the place. I was talking to mom and my oldest daughter while I was doing chores. I got lost headed to the garage again, but only got as far as the doorway. The two of them were shouting suggestions about why I might have been headed there. My daughter got it! Garbage can liners!

It was like a bad game of charades.