Nov
9
If it’s Tuesday, it must be Random. Good thing too, because I am highly medicated. Coherent sentences? I hasn’t gots any. And also I am punctuating just to show there is punctuation happening. And also it might bytimes get SHOUTY. Sorry.
- We are now in possession of my brand spankin’ new 2010 Toyota Matrix. She is a nice little car. We should get along fine. I have been sick since this whole adventure began and so have not given her the attention she needs, so she will have to forgive me during the coming days and weeks as I blindly poke buttons and switch things on and off that maybe should not be tinkered with in a quest to find a radio station or my high beams.
- We bought a Toyota. We are a Toyota family. I lived in Japan, so it’s a no-brainer. It’s like electronics: Sony or Panasonic or GTFO. I’m weird like that. Did you know, when I lived in Japan, they had cars with different names than we have here? We have Corolla, and Matrix, and whatnot. At that time, they had the Tomato, and the Lettuce, and the Escargot (a type of delivery van). Apparently they felt that lettuce and tomatoes are very safe, trustworthy vegetables. Who knew? And the Cedric — all taxis were Toyota Cedrics. I loved that. And taxi drivers all wore white gloves so it just seemed right.
- This is the third time I have had a cold in a short period of time, maybe a couple of months. I am getting pretty sick of it. I know with kids, this is what you sign on for, what with them licking everything and putting their hands and stuff in their mouths all the time and all that. But still, it gets a little old. I should have shares in Advil Cold and Sinus. I’d make a fortune off my sales alone.
- I’m trying to work my way through some to do list items, things I have been putting off. Queen of Procrastinators, at your service. One of the goals I have set for myself this fall is to declutter for five minutes a day. Just do SOMETHING to get clutter out of the house. Because procrastinators invariably end up with piles of this and boxes of that and bags of oh-I’ll-get-to-that-someday that just seem to accumulate around the house. So this five minutes a day thing seemed to be a great way to start. Short time commitment, but you can, bit by bit, declutter your home. It works really well… IF you don’t procrastinate on the PLAN as a WHOLE.. If you do… well, you’re fucked, aren’t you. So I really have to get tough and consciously make myself do five minutes at something. Baby clothes, craft stuff, paper that needs filing… it’s all here. Just pick something and go with it.
- I am not a well-connected person. And by that I mean, I have lived in this town for 17 years (SEVENTEEN! YEARS! HOLY HELL!) and I still know hardly anyone or do hardly anything or am involved in anything at all. So. Possibly this means I am an antisocial bastard. Whatever. THE POINT BEING… If I knew people, there are things I would do. For example, it would not take me two and a half years to find a babysitter for my kid. Or I would know enough people to have an ongoing knit night. Or have peeps to do playgroup with. You know. You get the point. Anyway, it came into stark relief this week in a meeting with one of Stinkerbelle’s team of peeps to assist with her speech/eating stuff. This woman, Monica, knows EVERYBODY. Or at least knows ABOUT everybody. And EVERYTHING. All I have to do is vaguely describe someone or a service or whatever and she was all “Oh that’s So and So and she does X and…” Or “You can go to X place and buy Y and then talk to Z about using their facilities…” I was impressed, not to mention a smidge jealous. And it would have been more than a little intimidating if Monica were not so very cool and laid back about this stuff.
- I dreamed last night that yours truly and all my online peeps were doing a Christmas cookie exchange. And we all met in this church hall or something. No, I did not turn to ash the moment I crossed the church threshold, IT WAS A DREAM, PEOPLE, SHEESH. It was very beige and antiseptic. Not the cookies, or the people, obviously, but the hall. JEEZ STOP NITPICKING IT’S JUST A DREAM FOR PETE’S SAKE. And Rana was there and she was wearing a red sweater. I know it was her because well, IT JUST WAS. And she was loading everyone up with cookies and tea. And there was somebody wearing a cake costume. And everything I ate tasted like lemon. And then I woke up. The end. ALRIGHT I NEVER SAID IT WAS A VERY EXCITING DREAM.
