Was It Garbage Night?

Monday nights, we take the garbage cans to the curb.  Last night, I brought the cans out, and I looked down the block.  No one had their cans out.  I went inside.  No one had taken the kitchen garbage out.  No one had taken the compost and recycling out.  I looked at the calendar.  Yes.  It was Monday.  Very weird.

I got all of our inside garbages emptied into the outside cans.  Still, no one on the block had taken their cans out.  So odd.  I shook it off.

A little while later, I headed out to go pick up library books.  When I got back, every can on the block was out.  I guess everyone was delayed.  Maybe they were all waiting for someone to start the process?  It was still a strange feeling to be the only one on the block for a while.

Could you read 500 500 page books in a year?

If you were paid 500 million dollars to read 500 – 500 page books in 1 year , do you think you could do it?

500 books in a year is 1.36 books a day.  500 pages would take about 5 hours, maybe ten, depending on the distraction level and difficulty.  So, assuming 10 hours a book, that would be 14 hours a day reading.

Add 8 hours a day for sleep, you get 22 hours.  2 hours to do EVERYTHING else.

If I got a portion of the money ahead of time and was able to stop working and hire someone to take care of cooking, cleaning, driving, errands, etc, sure, I could do it, assuming I chose the books.  There are too many life admin things to take care of otherwise.

Changing Sheets with Feline Help

I stripped the bed. Inky took over before I got the sheets on. I had to move her to get the fitted sheet on. Then she climbed back up, so she’s currently made into the bed.  She doesn’t seem to mind.  She’s inside warm sheets, napping.  It sounds like a good idea on most days.  Too bad Inky can’t read.  We could completely be buddies.  I just have to teach her how to change the sheets, so it’s not only me doing it.

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!

Prepping for the swim

I am currently charging my swimming mp3 player. My towels and swimsuit are drying. I sync’d my Garmin watch to the app, so it’s empty. I have most of my change of clothes packed. Once I put the clothes, towels and music into the swimming bag, I’ll be all set. Except, I forgot soap in my shower bag. One day, I’ll get to the gym with everything I need. Today wasn’t that day. Maybe it’ll be tomorrow?

Feeling Accomplished

This morning, I got up early and went to the gym to swim.  I did a short swim, since it’s been so long since I have been in the pool.  I got in the hot tub after the swim, but I found that they had turned the temperature down, so it wasn’t a decent soak.  I went into the steam room, and enjoyed that until the steam kicked into high gear and scared me.  I felt like I was in Stephen King’s, The Mist.  Loved that book, but it scared the crap out of me.

After I showered with the low pressure water, including getting the shampoo out of my hair completely, and fully shaving my legs for a change, I got dressed and went out to the car.  I realized that I had too much time on my hands before I had to be at work.  I filled up my windshield washer reserve.  I vacuumed my car, but barely.  Then I headed to Starbucks in search of coffee.

I got to work without spilling the coffee, and I remembered to park in the new spot.  We will get ticketed if we park where I used to park.  After warming up the machines at work, and treating a few patients, we had a break.  I called the bank that has been emailing me over and over again.  “Your account has a low balance.”  “You seem to have forgotten the answer to your challenge question.”  I don’t have an account with that bank.  The person I spoke to told me that I could fix it easily by changing my email address.  No.  Just stop emailing me.  She said the only way to do that is to pop my head into the local branch and tell them what’s going on.  Ok, where’s the closest to me?  Sorry, we have no branches in California.  Great!

My doctor is changing practices.  I have been trying to get myself into the new practice, and bring my medical records with me.  It’s been one thing after another.  The old place won’t help me because they aren’t affiliated with the new practice.  Ok.  The new practice can’t request my records, I have to have the old practice send them.  I finally got the old practice to send them, but, because the doctor isn’t yet at the new practice, I can’t have them sent until I have an account at the new practice.  I called the new practice back to find out about getting an account set up.  They can’t accept the medical records until the doctor actually starts working, in August sometime.  They did set up an account for when the doctor gives them her schedule.  I hope things will smooth out once the doctor moves.

I got several blog posts posted.  I had started writing them a while ago, but I finally got around to publishing them.

I also had lunch.  Accomplishment!  Next I’ll be starting my after work list.

At the gym… Fitbit and other challenges

Today’s goal was to hit the gym.  I wanted to swim, but I was just too blah when I got there.  I had to change the billing card on the membership, so I had to go.  I ended up on the treadmill for a short while, trying to catch up on my fitbit steps.  I stayed on the treadmill until my foot started to hurt.  I didn’t even make it a half a mile on the darn thing, but I met my goal.  I went to the gym.  Baby steps.  I also got some of my audiobook, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, done.  I have about 4 hours left in it, and it’s due back on Wednesday.  Hopefully, I’ll make it.  The bookclub for that one isn’t until mid-July, so I can afford a little time on the waiting list, again.

My other goal was to find my shower bag for the gym, so I can actually swim before work.  Found it!

I was supposed to go to the pharmacy and to the post office, too.  I only made it to the post office.  I forgot about the pharmacy.  Hopefully, I’ll make it tomorrow, or one of my kids will.

My swim bag is packed for tomorrow, except for socks.  Best laid plans…

The garbage, recycling, and compost are out.  We only had one minor incident there, involving a man walking by and ogling my daughter.  The dogs took offense, and the man went off screaming.  They are just noisy dogs.  The guy didn’t know they are big chickens and their barks are worse than their bites.  At least the dogs keep it interesting around here.