Day 1, Living Like We're On Food Stamps
Breakfast started late, so I made a quick pad thai, Karl had coffee and I had iced mint green tea.
Total cost: $1.75
Then we went to Costco. The experiment was declared dead all of four minutes later. One of our staples was on sale, so we loaded up. A third of the month's food budget was gone. We celebrated by going to Burgers and Brats - I had a veggie burger with onion rings, Karl had the Road Rage Burger with fries. We both had iced teas.
Total cost: $23.46
After my nap, I had a small ramekin of greek yogurt with a bit of blueberry jam and a glass of my iced mint green tea.
Total cost: 50cents.
Dinner was chipotle honey braised chicken with cheesy rice.
Total cost: $5.50.
What I decided to do instead was to create one chart for our monthly expenditures and another for what exactly I'm buying at the grocery store. The second chart also tracked what got used up, and what got tossed. These charts are kept on the front of the refrigerator.
This system has totally worked. 12 days into the month and I have already been shamed into eating out much much less. Our household had collectively eaten out more times than days had gone by for the month. Unfortunately, Jane and Coco cannot be included in the math. If they were, I so would have had Thai food today.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Charmed Life
There have been plenty of times I have opened my adorable mouth and out popped something that I totally regretted. Like, "But you're my Watermelon Man" or "Yes, I would like another margarita" or "Sure, that Zipper ride does look like fun". Lessons learned: no one likes to have confirmation that their tummy resembles in both size and sound a watermelon, never have more than one drink in a night when you haven't had any in a month, and rides that spin in two different ways at one time will become what makes you shudder every time you pass by an amusement park.
My latest faux pas was "You'd have to do it for than a month before you would start to see what it's really like". Two months would have been more like it, but thankfully I did not say that. My innocent statement has signed us up for a month of eating like we're on food stamps. Almost. And really, not at all. But it will be different.
Karl had read on the internet that the Governor of Arizona was going to eat on $27 for one week to see what it was like to be on food stamps in his state. Arizona gives the least amount of food assistance than any other state. He lost four pounds. In the beginning our budget was $54, thinking that we would just double what that guy was doing. Then I looked up what Texas gives, $367 maximum for two people, to it's residence. I liked that number better.
Something else that is giving much relief is that I do not have to take into account what is already in the house. That's the main way that will be much different in our food stamp experience. I'm actually okay with this because I do have quite a bit hoarded away that should be used up. Sales of favorite items can lead to a cluttered closet. I think stocking up on food may be to me what shoes are to other women. Right now I have 8 jars of jam in the pantry, and 8 pairs of shoes in the bedroom closet; 3 pairs that I always wear, 5 that I hardly ever do but will never give up.
I love all of the jams.
Tomorrow will be our first day. What I like least about this experiment is that I am losing my lunches out. On most days I put together a small breakfast for us, lunch for Karl to take to work, a midday snack for me and, on most nights, a dinner. Our small dishwasher is always ready to run or unload and the counters always need wiping down. For my lunch I looove not eating my own cooking or having to clean up after myself. Huge luxury, one that I am not ready to give up. This is the second reason that I am happy to not have to count the food already in the house. It still allows for the possibility of a taco or a springroll, and possibilities make everything better.
When I started my meal planing, the first thing I decided was that I was not going to sacrifice some of my personal food policies. All meat and milk brought into the house will still be organic, grassfed or free range. I know, the end result is that the animal is still be used for food in some way, but I like to buy from people that I at least think are treating them more humanly before they end up on our table. I'm also going to keep buying certain organic foods. Potatoes that don't sprout kind of creep me out.
All of this has mostly just reminded me how lucky we are. We're not about to put a pool in the backyard, but my weekly grocery budget is more than $91 and we still get to eat out. Karl wants to see if it can be done, and with a little adjustment and much complaining on my part, it can. My greatest hope would be... that we get to buy a swimming pool.
My latest faux pas was "You'd have to do it for than a month before you would start to see what it's really like". Two months would have been more like it, but thankfully I did not say that. My innocent statement has signed us up for a month of eating like we're on food stamps. Almost. And really, not at all. But it will be different.
Karl had read on the internet that the Governor of Arizona was going to eat on $27 for one week to see what it was like to be on food stamps in his state. Arizona gives the least amount of food assistance than any other state. He lost four pounds. In the beginning our budget was $54, thinking that we would just double what that guy was doing. Then I looked up what Texas gives, $367 maximum for two people, to it's residence. I liked that number better.
Something else that is giving much relief is that I do not have to take into account what is already in the house. That's the main way that will be much different in our food stamp experience. I'm actually okay with this because I do have quite a bit hoarded away that should be used up. Sales of favorite items can lead to a cluttered closet. I think stocking up on food may be to me what shoes are to other women. Right now I have 8 jars of jam in the pantry, and 8 pairs of shoes in the bedroom closet; 3 pairs that I always wear, 5 that I hardly ever do but will never give up.
I love all of the jams.
Tomorrow will be our first day. What I like least about this experiment is that I am losing my lunches out. On most days I put together a small breakfast for us, lunch for Karl to take to work, a midday snack for me and, on most nights, a dinner. Our small dishwasher is always ready to run or unload and the counters always need wiping down. For my lunch I looove not eating my own cooking or having to clean up after myself. Huge luxury, one that I am not ready to give up. This is the second reason that I am happy to not have to count the food already in the house. It still allows for the possibility of a taco or a springroll, and possibilities make everything better.
When I started my meal planing, the first thing I decided was that I was not going to sacrifice some of my personal food policies. All meat and milk brought into the house will still be organic, grassfed or free range. I know, the end result is that the animal is still be used for food in some way, but I like to buy from people that I at least think are treating them more humanly before they end up on our table. I'm also going to keep buying certain organic foods. Potatoes that don't sprout kind of creep me out.
All of this has mostly just reminded me how lucky we are. We're not about to put a pool in the backyard, but my weekly grocery budget is more than $91 and we still get to eat out. Karl wants to see if it can be done, and with a little adjustment and much complaining on my part, it can. My greatest hope would be... that we get to buy a swimming pool.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Not That Kind Of Girl
You may think with having an incurable heart/lung condition that I would be the constantly praying type, but I'm not. I do think loads of happy thoughts for my challenged organs and I think tons and tons of happy thoughts for loved ones, but very rarely do I ever send out a real prayer. When I do it's usually because someone else has just told me that they have been praying for me or that they need prayers, so I oblige. I know, all of this isn't very Texan of me, but there it is. I also liken telling everyone your religious views to telling everyone what you like to do in the bedroom. All of it is very personal, and none of it is anyone else's business. That being said, there is a point to confessing my praying habits. Don't worry, I'll leave my bedroom out of it.
Something else that I hardly ever do is tell complete strangers about my condition. I also most definitely do not dominate conversations with information about me. I have no need to make hostages out of the people I meet. But all bets are off if I get started on what I made for lunch or dinner. I can talk about that till you fall asleep, and with so much detail that you probably will.
This year I have been helping with the local pulmonary hypertension 5k run and 1m walk. I would tell you the name of it, but it has changed so many times that I no longer know what it is. It may be Zebra PHriends 5k Run and 1m PHun Walk. Our mascot is a purple zebra in running shoes. So many of us are first diagnosed with adult onset asthma that we need doctors to go a bit against training and instead of handing us an inhaler and sending us on our way, we need them to do the unpopular thing and schedule a possibly unnecessary test (echo). In other words, those hoof beats might be a zebra, not a horse.
We've gotten so much help with fundraising I've been a bit overwhelmed. Neither Mom nor I have asked for funds before and the experience has been terrifying and amazing. The first person we asked for money is the man who owns our favorite local Italian restaurant. He gets asked so often (the first of many times that we would hear this) and he usually turns people away, but instead he was our first donator. We were so nervous excited that my mom accidentally knocked over and broke her water glass when we got back to our table. Still not sure if maybe we should have given that gift certificate back. They shrugged it off, but I still do not recommend smashing stuff as a celebratory act after someone gives you money.
And that's how the roller coaster ride started. In a flurry of e-mails, meetings, printings, towns officially recognizing a pulmonary hypertension month, and a dinner, everything was coming together. Everything but the media.
Most of my time is spent grocery shopping, resting, napping or cooking. My group of friends is much beloved, but very small and also very far away. When the subject of getting our name publicly out into the world came up, I automatically knew that I was not going to be the person to do it. But still, I recognized the importance (HUGE!) of it, and so I prayed. Someone with connections contacted me, but still not knowing what to do with the information, I passed it on to our group leader. Pretty much all I was certain I could do was hope that someone else in our group would get inspired. That, and pray.
I do hope I've properly painted the picture of two women (Mom and myself) who have no idea what they are doing and who constantly feel like maybe someone else should be in charge. Even after all of our accomplishments and successes.
This morning we met with Parks and Recreation in Coppell to start finalizing our plans for race day. Even though Mom confirmed our appointment yesterday, we were not on the books for today. We were the third ones there and if it hadn't been for the niceness of the guy who showed up after us, we would have been selected last for the day. An unexpected benefit of the lateness is that the woman on our committee who should most definitely be in charge of doing all of this organizing stuff was also able to attend.
My last right heart cath a few weeks ago was less than stellar. My orders have been to increase my flolan once a week for 6 weeks. Last year I increased 3 times total. Last night I finally had to add an extra vial to the mix. I pretty much feel retched. Leading up to the meeting and all through it my mantra was "don't hurl on the table, don't hurl on the table". Thankfully, I did not hurl on the table, but after a couple of hours my morning apple apricot sauce was gone and the particular pain and nausea that accompanies flolan is quite unique. I either needed food or a trashcan. I haven't been to Cafe Express in a year, but it suddenly sounded like the best place ever. Amazingly we were heading right for it. Massive water pills had kicked in so when we got to our destination I about jumped out of the car for the lady's room.
If the Parks Department had seen us on time, then I would not have been so hungry when we left, my water pills would not have gone active when I was on the road, if I had gone into the restaurant with my mom instead of bolting out of the car, then I never would have met Melissa d'Arabian from the Food Network in the lady's room of Cafe Express. I wouldn't have gone with my mom to Williams Sonoma for her book signing after our lunch. We wouldn't have taken one look at the huge line and decided to leave, we wouldn't have met the nicest cashier who I amazingly told that I would not be able to stay for the signing after all because of my heart/lung condition, and wouldn't have found out that her mom had a lung condition, I wouldn't have bought a new cookbook, or been taken to the front of the line where I had my picture taken with and had my book signed by Melissa d'Arabian, I would never have given her information on our race and pulmonary hypertension and let her know that I had been praying to meet someone that could help us get the word out about our cause, I wouldn't have been given the chance to let that nice sales lady know that I was going to pray for her, and Mom would never have wept a little in a Williams Sonoma because the whole experience was just too sweet.
I still can't believe that I met Melissa d'Arabian in a lady's room and I am extremely thankful that I did not hurl on her.
Something else that I hardly ever do is tell complete strangers about my condition. I also most definitely do not dominate conversations with information about me. I have no need to make hostages out of the people I meet. But all bets are off if I get started on what I made for lunch or dinner. I can talk about that till you fall asleep, and with so much detail that you probably will.
This year I have been helping with the local pulmonary hypertension 5k run and 1m walk. I would tell you the name of it, but it has changed so many times that I no longer know what it is. It may be Zebra PHriends 5k Run and 1m PHun Walk. Our mascot is a purple zebra in running shoes. So many of us are first diagnosed with adult onset asthma that we need doctors to go a bit against training and instead of handing us an inhaler and sending us on our way, we need them to do the unpopular thing and schedule a possibly unnecessary test (echo). In other words, those hoof beats might be a zebra, not a horse.
We've gotten so much help with fundraising I've been a bit overwhelmed. Neither Mom nor I have asked for funds before and the experience has been terrifying and amazing. The first person we asked for money is the man who owns our favorite local Italian restaurant. He gets asked so often (the first of many times that we would hear this) and he usually turns people away, but instead he was our first donator. We were so nervous excited that my mom accidentally knocked over and broke her water glass when we got back to our table. Still not sure if maybe we should have given that gift certificate back. They shrugged it off, but I still do not recommend smashing stuff as a celebratory act after someone gives you money.
And that's how the roller coaster ride started. In a flurry of e-mails, meetings, printings, towns officially recognizing a pulmonary hypertension month, and a dinner, everything was coming together. Everything but the media.
Most of my time is spent grocery shopping, resting, napping or cooking. My group of friends is much beloved, but very small and also very far away. When the subject of getting our name publicly out into the world came up, I automatically knew that I was not going to be the person to do it. But still, I recognized the importance (HUGE!) of it, and so I prayed. Someone with connections contacted me, but still not knowing what to do with the information, I passed it on to our group leader. Pretty much all I was certain I could do was hope that someone else in our group would get inspired. That, and pray.
I do hope I've properly painted the picture of two women (Mom and myself) who have no idea what they are doing and who constantly feel like maybe someone else should be in charge. Even after all of our accomplishments and successes.
This morning we met with Parks and Recreation in Coppell to start finalizing our plans for race day. Even though Mom confirmed our appointment yesterday, we were not on the books for today. We were the third ones there and if it hadn't been for the niceness of the guy who showed up after us, we would have been selected last for the day. An unexpected benefit of the lateness is that the woman on our committee who should most definitely be in charge of doing all of this organizing stuff was also able to attend.
My last right heart cath a few weeks ago was less than stellar. My orders have been to increase my flolan once a week for 6 weeks. Last year I increased 3 times total. Last night I finally had to add an extra vial to the mix. I pretty much feel retched. Leading up to the meeting and all through it my mantra was "don't hurl on the table, don't hurl on the table". Thankfully, I did not hurl on the table, but after a couple of hours my morning apple apricot sauce was gone and the particular pain and nausea that accompanies flolan is quite unique. I either needed food or a trashcan. I haven't been to Cafe Express in a year, but it suddenly sounded like the best place ever. Amazingly we were heading right for it. Massive water pills had kicked in so when we got to our destination I about jumped out of the car for the lady's room.
If the Parks Department had seen us on time, then I would not have been so hungry when we left, my water pills would not have gone active when I was on the road, if I had gone into the restaurant with my mom instead of bolting out of the car, then I never would have met Melissa d'Arabian from the Food Network in the lady's room of Cafe Express. I wouldn't have gone with my mom to Williams Sonoma for her book signing after our lunch. We wouldn't have taken one look at the huge line and decided to leave, we wouldn't have met the nicest cashier who I amazingly told that I would not be able to stay for the signing after all because of my heart/lung condition, and wouldn't have found out that her mom had a lung condition, I wouldn't have bought a new cookbook, or been taken to the front of the line where I had my picture taken with and had my book signed by Melissa d'Arabian, I would never have given her information on our race and pulmonary hypertension and let her know that I had been praying to meet someone that could help us get the word out about our cause, I wouldn't have been given the chance to let that nice sales lady know that I was going to pray for her, and Mom would never have wept a little in a Williams Sonoma because the whole experience was just too sweet.
I still can't believe that I met Melissa d'Arabian in a lady's room and I am extremely thankful that I did not hurl on her.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Where Am I & Who's Snoring?
Oh geez, I could remember what I wanted to write about before I took that nap, now all I can remember is that I wanted to get some thoughts down before I forgot them. I should have skipped the nap. Then again, I may be one step closer to being able to answer the question, "what came first, the pillow face or the drool?" I'll give you a hint - the crease on my face is 3 inches long, the diameter of the drool is 2 inches. Now I need a mathematical equation for rate of creasage vs droolage.
I have never been a graceful napper. I complain and pout on the way to bed, I stay awake way too long once I'm there, and then I sleep as if I had been boozing it up. 9 times out of 10 I wake up because the setting sun is blinding me and the swimming with Freddy Krueger dream was starting to get weird. And then begins what I like to call the Red Queen Hour, where the answer to all questions is "Off with their head!"
My mother, aunt and grandfather are/were spectacular nappers. All of the world's problems could be solved with a nap. My mom is able to conjure dreams of flying and fuzzy bunnies and kittens. I conjure geometry classes and hitmen. I am never teaching the geometry class but I do get to change if I am the hitman or the hit.
All I can remember now pre-nap is that Kate and Marg have both requested more writing from me, and the combination of the two was finally enough to inspire me to do it. And then the dreaded nap and now all is forgotten. That trick is really only handy if there is a fight I want to quickly get over, an expensive shopping receipt whose location I would like to forget or half a mushroom pizza that I would like to pretend is not in my stomach.
Ugh! This is so frustrating!! Off with their heads!!!! (not Kate and Marg- I love them both and wish them happy flying bunny dreams)
note:
Karl came up with mathematical equation.
crease times drool divided by pillow time equals honey
It looks better on paper.
I have never been a graceful napper. I complain and pout on the way to bed, I stay awake way too long once I'm there, and then I sleep as if I had been boozing it up. 9 times out of 10 I wake up because the setting sun is blinding me and the swimming with Freddy Krueger dream was starting to get weird. And then begins what I like to call the Red Queen Hour, where the answer to all questions is "Off with their head!"
My mother, aunt and grandfather are/were spectacular nappers. All of the world's problems could be solved with a nap. My mom is able to conjure dreams of flying and fuzzy bunnies and kittens. I conjure geometry classes and hitmen. I am never teaching the geometry class but I do get to change if I am the hitman or the hit.
All I can remember now pre-nap is that Kate and Marg have both requested more writing from me, and the combination of the two was finally enough to inspire me to do it. And then the dreaded nap and now all is forgotten. That trick is really only handy if there is a fight I want to quickly get over, an expensive shopping receipt whose location I would like to forget or half a mushroom pizza that I would like to pretend is not in my stomach.
Ugh! This is so frustrating!! Off with their heads!!!! (not Kate and Marg- I love them both and wish them happy flying bunny dreams)
note:
Karl came up with mathematical equation.
crease times drool divided by pillow time equals honey
It looks better on paper.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Autofocus
My oh my but a long time has gone by. Almost a year since my last entry. I'm feeling a bit rusty already. I had originally put off writing anything for a bit because I was going to be taking a weekly pottery class and I thought zaniness would ensue and funny stories would be abundant. Instead, I missed a few classes because of a cold, an ice storm, and almost worthless legs from too many leg strengthening excericises perscribed by a maniacally happy chiropractor. I knew I was going to skip my next class because I had to ask Karl to help me get up from the toilet. And of course I'm on loads of water pills.
Turns out I have little natural skill at throwing clay. On a wheel or at the wall. I was behind everyone else in my class and did not come close to using up all of my clay. Ugh, just remembered that I left several pieces there. I really should have thought twice about taking a 3 hour long class that was 45 minutes away.
In the spring Karl and I went to Scarborough Fair. It was his first time there. Karl had never before seen so much inappropriately used synthetic material. Ever. I rode a small elephant, pet a goose and came away with the plague. Yep, it took the doc about a half second to diagnose me with shingles. A few very painful weeks later and I was no longer going braless in Walmart (I was quite popular during that time) and then the hottest summer ever began. I know I got out into the world, I know I had some fun, but right now all I can remember is the heat. Oh, and Karl went to Germany with his dad for 3 weeks just for the hell of it. Very cool.
I had a master plan of leaving Texas for the summer, but a nagging feeling and constantly rescheduled doctor's appointments kept me in town. Doctor's visits came back all good, and the nagging feeling turned into a lost filling and a root canal. I would have much rather been elsewhere, but it was nice to get those things out of the way.
Now we're heading into autumn, Karl has taken up running and finished his first race in 18 years this past Saturday. From his age group (40 -44) he was #16 out of 48 other men. He's really excited about his next race, and the one after that. He's also looking into taking some classes for fun at the local college. If I were to guess, I would say on the history of anything, but that man does often surprise me.
I am in a bit of limbo. My birthday is in one month and if I do not renew my massage license that I have not used in 5 years, then it expires. To get my license back I would have to retake the state exam. If I renew it then I will need about $450 for this and last year's fees and a couple of online ceu courses. Money that I do not have pretty much because of that art class, Scarborough Fair (with a couple of days in Austin), several doctor's appointments, a root canal and a replacement pair of eyeglasses. Somewhere in Paris, Tx my glasses are having fun.
I really hate to let that part of my identity go, but it has been 5 years and I was a massage therapist for only one year. One really great year. It feels like life is lacking a bit of focus lately. I'm not a fan of wanting to be told what it is I should be doing in life, or at least aiming for, but just now I kind of wouldn't mind a little help.
I think the only thing for it right now is to finish my now cold chamomile tea, sleep well and enjoy whatever tomorrow brings.
Monday, January 31, 2011
TV Made Me Do It
There is nothing like having pizza for dinner and then remembering just as you crawl off to bed that you did not take your evening pills. Skipping them means you'll be out of breathe halfway through brushing your teeth and then you'll curse having such a high bed. Taking them means you'll be up every 2 hours of the night. Outside I can hear the storm moving in, the cold wind is blowing. I think I have to vote for skip the pills. Not interesting in checking on just how cold the toilet seat can get tonight.
The Superbowl starts this weekend, so you know what that means. Tons of commercials for Velveeta and pizza, both of which I now have wicked daily cravings for. In an effort to keep from having to buy new pants, I've gone for a cross between abstinence and adjustment.
The Velveeta that I bought is in the smallest package available and is made from 2% milk. Never mind that I am about to finish the last of my second package in a month. I have been trying to stick to vegetarian pizza, performing a kind of surgery on the slices to remove as much extraneous bread as possible and also only eating the pizza that I really really want. My favorite pizza is a solid half hour out of my way to anywhere, so that helps.
Tonight we tried a local place that I have read some really good reviews for. One person from Chicago gave the deep dish 4 stars. The pizza we got was awful. The only thing I can figure is that the reviewer ate only at Domino's and Cici's. I take that back, Cici's is better than what we had tonight. I think tonight's pizza has saved me from any cheese addiction that winter and the Superbowl have brought on.
I may be skipping the evening pills, but I am most definitely taking a tummy pill. I really hope that my diet tomorrow puts rabbits to shame. I also really hope I don't have that dream about a giant deep dish pizza and his mushroom sidekick are trying to eat me. Not that I have had that dream, I'm just saying if it's going to happen, then I think tonight is the night.
The Superbowl starts this weekend, so you know what that means. Tons of commercials for Velveeta and pizza, both of which I now have wicked daily cravings for. In an effort to keep from having to buy new pants, I've gone for a cross between abstinence and adjustment.
The Velveeta that I bought is in the smallest package available and is made from 2% milk. Never mind that I am about to finish the last of my second package in a month. I have been trying to stick to vegetarian pizza, performing a kind of surgery on the slices to remove as much extraneous bread as possible and also only eating the pizza that I really really want. My favorite pizza is a solid half hour out of my way to anywhere, so that helps.
Tonight we tried a local place that I have read some really good reviews for. One person from Chicago gave the deep dish 4 stars. The pizza we got was awful. The only thing I can figure is that the reviewer ate only at Domino's and Cici's. I take that back, Cici's is better than what we had tonight. I think tonight's pizza has saved me from any cheese addiction that winter and the Superbowl have brought on.
I may be skipping the evening pills, but I am most definitely taking a tummy pill. I really hope that my diet tomorrow puts rabbits to shame. I also really hope I don't have that dream about a giant deep dish pizza and his mushroom sidekick are trying to eat me. Not that I have had that dream, I'm just saying if it's going to happen, then I think tonight is the night.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Don't Wanna, Can't Make Me
Karl and I recently took off to Galveston for 24 hours. The day before his 2 days off, I realized that we could either blow town or take care of a greatly mounting list of to-do's. I had Karl's consent and a hotel booked within a half hour.
We left early enough the next day to have a late lunch close to the seawall. We topped our po' boys off with an afternoon nap that lasted until dinner time. Ah, the life of the lazy. Personally, I kind of hate naps, so mine was a bit shorter than his. I knew I had to resist the temptation of jumping on the bed, so I decided to be just a bit responsible and actually write out my Don't Wanna Do and Want To Do lists. Sadly, the former was much longer. To be fair, the Want To Do list would have been longer, but the "bad" list was so long that it made me a bit blue and good times got harder to think of. We enjoyed the rest of our time in Galveston and the list was not spoken of once. We were so good at ignoring the list that we continued our silence on the topic even after we got home. And for the next couple of days.
My dreams were just about the only thing that kept the list from being totally discarded. Lots of stressful action sequences. I have played characters in Crouching Tiger, Lord of the Rings and some version of King Arthur crossed with the Matrix.
Actually, I think the Lord of the Rings was a shout out for my medicine. I was Frodo and another random hobbit was telling me how the ring was so awful and how they would never be able to bear that burden. I was thinking, yeah, but if you knew how bad it really was, you would carry it, too. Thankfully, flolan themes rarely invade my sleeping hours. Flolan is invasive, but the PH is debilitating. It's worth it to carry the medicine.
3 days have gone by since the list's conception, and it has only grown. Tasks include paying the house taxes before the end of the month, calling a friend that I haven't talked to in such a long time, not for the purpose of chatting, but because I have something that only they can repair, calling various repairmen for non-vital but comfort improving repairs, and I truly cannot remember anything else right now without getting out the list which I have hidden somewhere. Okay, I know where, but you'll never get it out of me.
I have so much time to take care of these things, you would think I would just get them done instead of prolonging the avoidance. Anyways, I have stalled too long today to get anything done, and I'm fighting off a cold and the hot toddy I have been sipping on is insisting on me getting some sleep now. I hope I get to have a Narnia dream tonight.
We left early enough the next day to have a late lunch close to the seawall. We topped our po' boys off with an afternoon nap that lasted until dinner time. Ah, the life of the lazy. Personally, I kind of hate naps, so mine was a bit shorter than his. I knew I had to resist the temptation of jumping on the bed, so I decided to be just a bit responsible and actually write out my Don't Wanna Do and Want To Do lists. Sadly, the former was much longer. To be fair, the Want To Do list would have been longer, but the "bad" list was so long that it made me a bit blue and good times got harder to think of. We enjoyed the rest of our time in Galveston and the list was not spoken of once. We were so good at ignoring the list that we continued our silence on the topic even after we got home. And for the next couple of days.
My dreams were just about the only thing that kept the list from being totally discarded. Lots of stressful action sequences. I have played characters in Crouching Tiger, Lord of the Rings and some version of King Arthur crossed with the Matrix.
Actually, I think the Lord of the Rings was a shout out for my medicine. I was Frodo and another random hobbit was telling me how the ring was so awful and how they would never be able to bear that burden. I was thinking, yeah, but if you knew how bad it really was, you would carry it, too. Thankfully, flolan themes rarely invade my sleeping hours. Flolan is invasive, but the PH is debilitating. It's worth it to carry the medicine.
3 days have gone by since the list's conception, and it has only grown. Tasks include paying the house taxes before the end of the month, calling a friend that I haven't talked to in such a long time, not for the purpose of chatting, but because I have something that only they can repair, calling various repairmen for non-vital but comfort improving repairs, and I truly cannot remember anything else right now without getting out the list which I have hidden somewhere. Okay, I know where, but you'll never get it out of me.
I have so much time to take care of these things, you would think I would just get them done instead of prolonging the avoidance. Anyways, I have stalled too long today to get anything done, and I'm fighting off a cold and the hot toddy I have been sipping on is insisting on me getting some sleep now. I hope I get to have a Narnia dream tonight.
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