Everything going on in my life this week will happen in the
last half which is a bummer when I have blog posts due on Wednesdays and
Saturdays. Well, except for the “running of the bulls” aka the dash to secure
RSVPs for all the senior hall events happening in September and October. (I
should start calling it the running of the broads, but I’d probably offend
someone.) I got my RSVPs in exactly at 9:00 on Monday but it will a few days
before I’ll find out if I made it on the list for a fall color tour and in various
classes for things like Healthy Legs, Perfect Bra Fitting, Making Soup and Cardio
Drumming. The Life Learning Lectures are rarely full so I’ll have those to look
forward to for sure---one is titled “Ghost Stories” and the other “Rakish Reeds
Lake.” Don’t ask, I have no idea how a lake can be "rakish." Four of us
Gathering Girls are trying to get on the same color tour bus, the first time we’ve
tried something like that so that put a new twist on the running of the bulls. It’s
a gamble, though, because there are four buses and time slots and one of our
ladies was only available for one of them…it works better if you’re flexible
making your RSVPs.
The bra class isn’t a class per say but rather a 15 free minute
appointment with a company that’s been around town for years. I’ve always
wanted to do a fitting with them but I figure I’ll be under less pressure to
buy from them this way than by going to their specialty store. I know several
people who have gotten fitted there and they love the change a proper
fit made in their posture, looks and comfort but it’s a pricy place to buy you
undies---they even custom-make bras, if needed. Yes, I will have to get naked on top but I did it for a mammogram last month
so I will do it again while trying to keep my mind off why someone would take
on a job handling a different person’s boobs every 15 minutes, all day long.
Monday I was going to do re-con mission in preparation for
the painting class I’ll start on Wednesday, but I decided to live dangerously
and skip it. The woman teaching has a home and studio fifteen minutes north of me, out in
the boondocks in between two lakes and anyone who lives in Michigan knows how
hard it can be to find houses in "cottage communities." Google Maps wasn’t any
help. Their Google satellite shot showed her living in the middle of a giant
swamp with no roads in or out, obviously taken before the land was developed. I
learned ten years ago not to trust those satellite shots on Google Maps when one
identified my neighbor’s house across the street as being mine. The house
numbers for the whole street were flipped. I was glad they were nice neighbors
otherwise I would have worried about getting raided by the police---not a
far-fetched notion. My husband actually witnessed that once where we used to
live. A bad-ass, multi-agency swat team took down a large drug ring that lived
across street even shot their two, nasty-tempered pit bulls which made all the
neighbors happy. Don was tipped off ahead of time when it would happen because
he’d been keeping track of license plates coming and going from the house for a month and was
calling them in to an undercover cop/friend of his. Can you believe it,
they were getting large quantities the cocaine delivered by a UPS truck and
supplying half the city! Life is sure full of weirdness and wonder, isn’t it.
In the wonder department, I started back to the YMCA gym
this week after not going for two. It wasn’t much of a workout since my
chiropractor told me not to do any upper body stuff just yet. Basically all I
did was break the ice by going up and down the staircase a million times,
walking the treadmill, using the strength training machines for the lower body and
wondering why in heck I’m still paying for a membership. I don’t want to
be there anymore! I really don’t and it’s not in my DNA to keep doing things
that are good for me when there are more fun ways to spend my time. And can you
believe it, I dropped five pounds while the UTI and pinched nerve took me out of
commission. I’ve never lost that much doing 14 day's worth of workouts. Silver linings, you’ve got
to love them.
Speaking of things you’ve got to love I bought a new landline
phone because my old one was getting to the point where it wouldn’t dial out
anymore---not a good situation for an old person who worries about dying in
middle of the night when stumbling out to the middle of street and yelling “Help!”
wouldn’t get me noticed. Oh-my-god, my new Panasonic makes my (four year old)
landline look like a dinosaur! It even has a “block caller” button. The best
part about the new phone is it doesn’t take an advanced degree in computer coding to program it. So even though I’m in a holding pattern, I’ve still had
something to occupy my brain. ©
