Archives for February 2009
a facade
The mellow music plays in the background of the psychiatry waiting room. It’s supposed to be soothing. It is so far from that today. YaYa reads the various kid-specific magazines while I attempt to access FB from my iPhone. I fuss for a bit, changing the settings on the WiFi, and finally realize that I have NO SERVICE.
No phone, No email, No internet….and two hours to kill. I try not to panic.
Meanwhile, people trying to contact me heard the following message: “The number you are trying to call is not accepting calls at this time.” I imagine they were puzzled but figured they’d try back later. Perhaps, like Lil Sis, they sent a text message instead. The message would have been a lot more clear if it has simply said, “The IDIOT you are trying to call did not pay her bill and we have SHUT OFF HER SERVICE.” Then, they would know that a text message would not be received either.
a little pampering
With Valentine’s Day just around the corner and all, I’ve been going a bit nuts. Bonkers really. Recently, with the onslaught of commercials on romance and all that crap, I feel the urge to chop off someone’s head.
Anyone’s will do…
I could blame it on PMS, but I don’t really believe it’s that. Besides, since I am lucky enough to experience 20-23 day cycles, when am I not experiencing PMS? How does a gal get so lucky?
These days, my nights are lonely. There’s no Tom (obviously). And now there is no L either. There’s NOBODY.
So, I draw myself a bubble bath, maybe add a few candles here and there, some gentle music, and my book. I read a bit, and hope that the hot water will relax me enough to allow for night of sleep.
This is a little foreign to me. I can’t remember a time in my life where I was able to spend some much time doing just this: pampering myself.
I still find my nights filled with much loneliness and sorrow, but this IS nice.
twenty and counting
It was another warm day here in California. I decided to run around the reservoir again and again for another 20 mile run. I took off in the opposite direction, hoping that this would make it look and feel different enough from last time to motivate me.
The reservoir, which was drained late last year for some repair work, shows the scarcity of rain that we’ve had. One can almost hear it screaming “draught season ahead.” It’s not a pretty sight.
The road, however, isn’t pretty either. I find it is has more uphill segments going this direction compared to running the usual way. Also, with a half marathon up in the city, the streets are devoid of life.
I follow the double yellow line and try to keep my mind entertained with anything interesting. Sadly, I find myself thinking in 3rd person and, as if posting tweets or status updates, noting my every move.
When I pass by the fire station, I am surprised to find their newspaper just off the main road. I look up the road where the station is, and wonder what the likelihood of one of them coming out to retrieve it as I am passing by. It doesn’t happen of course; you’d really have to want it badly to walk that distance for it. I’m not surprised to find it still there when I run past over an hour later.
The run itself was fine. My body held up well, with only a few twinges now and again. My pace was nothing to write home about but I also didn’t feel the need to write a long explanation in my run log either. The only thing that I would have liked to have controlled better was the amount of fluid/weight lost in the run. A 4-pound deficit left me a bit concerned.