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Today i'm off for some creek clean-up near by and i hope to attend to the laundry. It feels like a low bar.
** Yesterday **
We ran some errands this evening that were marked by the sense that every single cashier (except at the pet place) was incomprehensible or frustrating. The cashier at OSH had an odd mumble to his voice and somehow managed to be creepy when asking if we wanted a 10% discount. The drive-through at Jack in the Box (i'd passed so many temptations by) didn't seem to understand Christine's *very* carefully articulated, "Before we order, we have a question." After a noise from the speaker which sounded like an acknowledgement, "What is in the 'Sampler Trio' under the side menu?" There was a long silence and Christine had to add, "That was our question." Eventually, we found out. We ordered the onion rings and cheese sticks, but the total was more than i would have expected. Not so high, though, that the sampler trio had been added to our order. The mystery item: french toast sticks. I've no idea how that could have been miscommunicated.
I bought slacks and jeans at OSH (the hardware store). I'm at the largest size they carry and in the work slacks could probably stand another size up. I'm not sure what changed in December and January that i put on another ten pounds. Almost all my other weight seems like tree rings: this ten pounds was when the office moved, this fifteen pounds came about the year of hell where we all took turns bringing chocolate to the management meeting. This fifteen was when i started driving down the peninsula. And so on and so on, back to, and this ten pounds was the month i lived off of wafer creme cookies while studying for the quals.
It's strange not to have some excuse for the weight gain. I know i'm utterly sedentary, and i need to do something about it. The onion ring, fried cheese stop isn't the type thing i should do, but is a type of eating for comfort.
Comfort from what? I'm not sure. I asked myself that several times today as my working was not effective at all. I work with great people. I think there's an air of uncertainty in my small office though: we've haired two new folks who haven't had a chance to work closely with anyone but myself and my boss and now my most experienced programmer. Meanwhile the rest are wrapping up a long project.
Give thanks, share beauty, note joy:
I'm thankful that Mr M's vet visit turned up a clear and solid explanation for his discomfort, that antibiotics seem to be as much a miracle for him as they were for me a few weeks ago.
( the usual )
** Yesterday **
We ran some errands this evening that were marked by the sense that every single cashier (except at the pet place) was incomprehensible or frustrating. The cashier at OSH had an odd mumble to his voice and somehow managed to be creepy when asking if we wanted a 10% discount. The drive-through at Jack in the Box (i'd passed so many temptations by) didn't seem to understand Christine's *very* carefully articulated, "Before we order, we have a question." After a noise from the speaker which sounded like an acknowledgement, "What is in the 'Sampler Trio' under the side menu?" There was a long silence and Christine had to add, "That was our question." Eventually, we found out. We ordered the onion rings and cheese sticks, but the total was more than i would have expected. Not so high, though, that the sampler trio had been added to our order. The mystery item: french toast sticks. I've no idea how that could have been miscommunicated.
I bought slacks and jeans at OSH (the hardware store). I'm at the largest size they carry and in the work slacks could probably stand another size up. I'm not sure what changed in December and January that i put on another ten pounds. Almost all my other weight seems like tree rings: this ten pounds was when the office moved, this fifteen pounds came about the year of hell where we all took turns bringing chocolate to the management meeting. This fifteen was when i started driving down the peninsula. And so on and so on, back to, and this ten pounds was the month i lived off of wafer creme cookies while studying for the quals.
It's strange not to have some excuse for the weight gain. I know i'm utterly sedentary, and i need to do something about it. The onion ring, fried cheese stop isn't the type thing i should do, but is a type of eating for comfort.
Comfort from what? I'm not sure. I asked myself that several times today as my working was not effective at all. I work with great people. I think there's an air of uncertainty in my small office though: we've haired two new folks who haven't had a chance to work closely with anyone but myself and my boss and now my most experienced programmer. Meanwhile the rest are wrapping up a long project.
Give thanks, share beauty, note joy:
I'm thankful that Mr M's vet visit turned up a clear and solid explanation for his discomfort, that antibiotics seem to be as much a miracle for him as they were for me a few weeks ago.
( the usual )
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