I am still training for my 1.5 mile swim in early October. Until this week, all of my training has been in the pool.
I grabbed a friend and we set off to get me back into the open water. I had a little trouble with the swim watch, but my friend had hers going. We actually did .66 miles. It was a slow pace, but we were out there!
As many of you know, I struggle with the gym part of bookworm at the gym. I used to sign up for races and events all the time to keep myself motivated. All of the events were canceled with the pandemic, or postponed, or became virtual events. Motivation flew out the window. With the gym and pool closures, it became even more difficult to inspire motivation.
I have two friends who regularly do events with me. One does running and the other does swimming. They keep me moving. Sometimes literally. In the last few weeks, we’ve discussed going back to doing events. This week, we pushed each other. I am signed up for a 10k a year from now. I am signed up for a 1.5 mile open water swim in September. I have goals again!
The swim is a fundraiser, and I’ve posted my fundraising page below, if anyone is interested in sponsoring my swim. I have already made the minimum amount required to swim, so anything after this is just pushing me into wave maker status.
I was meeting a friend who asked me to stop at the grocery store on the way. While I was there, I realized that part of her instructions weren’t clear. I had been messaging her but I decided a phone call was faster.
I didn’t think much about it and I just called her through the app that we were messaging on. She answered right away. She didn’t even say hello. Just “did you mean to do that?”
She’d assumed that I butt dialed since I never phone. I didn’t. I was just trying to get a series of questions answered faster than I could type.
How often do we just message a friend and never hear their voice? It’s nice to hear them once in a while. Next time you think of texting someone just to say hi, think of calling. I think we all need as much human contact as we can get these days.
Because of the blog and my Instagram account, I’ve received friend requests on Goodreads. I don’t mind accepting them, since there really isn’t much personal information up there. Name general location and a photo is all that is up there, other than my reading log.
I have found that many of the requests are fake. I will add the person, then I’ll get a private message from the person, asking for my name and location. Ummm, it’s right there in my profile. Anyone who’s added me as a friend can see that info.
I asked a friend who I know well to look and see if he could see my profile. Yep. Name, location, photo, book lists. Just as I thought. He sent a screenshot. Exactly what I can see.
Well, at least I have a way to figure out who the fake people are. I’m not big into chatting there. Other than getting requests to review books or following up on a challenge or discussion in a group, I really have no reason to use the private message area.
Are these people bots? Are they hackers? Well, if they can’t even figure out how to find my profile info, they aren’t worth chatting with, other than to point them to tech support. Good luck to them!
It used to be, when you ran into someone, you’d ask “how are you?” and you’d get a response of “fine.” You’d either move on with the conversation or move on with your day.
Since the pandemic started, you never know what the response to “how are you?” will be.
Lonely. Sad. Bored. Overwhelmed. All of these are valid responses. Also, there are many other responses that could be stated. Relieved. Busy. Full plate. Anything goes.
I know a lot of these are answers by text, zoom, or phone. Please take them all with a grain of salt. Listen to your family and friends when they respond, even if it’s not what you expect to hear. Follow up with questions. One day, you’ll get a “fine” response, and you’ll wonder what they are really feeling. Take advantage while you can.
I went to the Pacific Orchid Show today. There were so many beautiful flowers to look at.
I didn’t know the names of most of them, and still don’t, but the flowers were beautiful. I was puzzled by the number of people who would squeeze between me and the table holding the orchids, and then look at me, surprised, with a “oh, am I in your way?” People are funny.
It was a beautiful show, and here are some photos from it.
My body does not appreciate sleeping through the night. Usually it’s my bladder that wakes me up.
I have a friend who is a few hours ahead of who sometimes chats with me while I can’t get back to sleep. The other night, while I was awake, he asked me if I was chatting during intermission. I think I like that better than insomnia. Sleep intermission is what I’ll be calling it from now on.
The above linked article talks about friends that you don’t need. These are generally people who have been with you in the past, but your needs haven’t grown at the same rate.
If you have friends like these, maybe you should consider new friends to take with you into the future.
I have a lot of friends who fit under #1 and #5. I try hard to not plan things with either group. The flakers get me more often than not. I trust that they have changed, and they haven’t. Live and learn, I suppose.
There are drink holders in the bathroom stalls at the Binion. The bus runs from Fremont Street to the strip. It’s much cheaper than taking a cab or Uber. They had milkshake and alcohol options. We also got cheese curds and fries. Boozy milkshakes. They do fake weddings here. It was on the way to the karaoke place. This was essentially Hennessy and cranberry. After karaoke, we wandered off to the piano bar. He wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t good, either. The MLK day parade ran right by our hotel.