As I sat down to write this post, I realized that my job is basically a game of “spot the difference.” Because what is editing if it’s not finding things that are not what they’re supposed to be? On one hand, you have a tpyo, and on the other hand, you have the dictionary. The word is “typo.” Spot the difference!
And for this I spent thousands of dollars in school fees and hours upon hours of studying. HA!
Speaking of words, have you ever noticed how many four-letter words you can spell out of the letters S-P-O-T?
More than anything, I wish people would stop asking me what I like “more than anything else.”
Okay, maybe that’s not what I want more than anything, but hey, it’s a prompt and I’m writing the first thing that comes into my head.
It’s such a difficult thing to choose! Which colour do you like more than any other? Which song? If you had one wish that would change the world, what would it be?
How can anyone decide what, more than anything else, would be the best thing for everyone? Or for yourself? I suppose if you were singularly focused on yourself and cared about no one else, it might be easier.
What frustrates me more than anything else at this very moment is my own failings. This is “Stream of Consciousness SATURDAY” and here I am writing my post on Sunday.
Yesterday, more than anything else, I spent the day procrastinating. What is it when you think of something you need to do and just can’t bring yourself to do it? What is it called? Because I seem to be stuck with it, whatever it is.
I’m happy to say if it concerns doing something for someone else, I’m on the ball. I spend hours of my every day looking for things to do for other people so I can procrastinate on my own stuff.
Why?
No idea.
One thing I ain’t procrastinating on any more at this very moment?
Getting my second cup of coffee. But yeah, I do procrastinate over feeding myself often these days. Don’t worry! I get there eventually.
I started the day dragging myself out of bed after five hours of sleep and going for a walk around the block. Totally worth it. It was cool out for a change.
It’s been a while since I last did an update, hasn’t it? It’s funny. Every time I get confused over the day of the week, my mind immediately goes to my blog. I’ve been busy though. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
But I’m writing today mostly because I promised you a photo of my milk. Here it is in all its 2% partially skimmed glory. It comes three bags to a package. Cool, eh?
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
I had to check to make sure it was Saturday. Technically, it’s Sunday, but this is my Saturday prompt. Gotta suck it up.
I’ve been a bit checked out today. I poured my first cup of coffee this morning, put the rest of the milk from the bag (yes, I said bag) into my cup, but it wasn’t enough. So I opened another bag and topped it up … with chunky milk.
So I dumped that down the sink and poured myself a cup of black coffee. Which wouldn’t have been so bad had it not been for the heartburn I’ve been getting again.
I only got half a cup of coffee today. I usually have three.
So …
I went over to drop some stuff off to my mother at the home and forgot which home she was in. In my defense, she’s lived in three different homes this year so far. It was a nice drive around town.
I came home and had a nap. Something I never do.
And then I forgot what day it was.
But honestly, I’ve been a bit checked out for a week. I spend all my conscious, aware, alert time on editing. For the rest, I’m a vegetable.
A yummy piece of broccoli though, so it’s not too bad.
This nearly caffeine-free post is an adaptation of #WDIIA and Stream of Consciousness Saturday, brought to you by both. To join us in the SoCS tradition, click the following link where you’ll find all the instructions and the other participants’ posts in the comments. It’s fun! https://lindaghill.com/2020/07/24/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-25-2020/ Or you can link to this post if you just want to write a What Day is it Anyway? post.
I’m trying to remember the last time I was in a boat. Was it a canoe? I love canoeing.
Last time I was in one was on a camping trip with my late husband. I made the mistake of letting him steer. We zigzagged across the lake. I had no idea before that that you could take the long way from one side of a lake to the other.
Or was it the Maid of the Mist in Niagara Falls? Again, with my husband. That was a fun trip. I don’t remember the exact circumstances, but we were there with my mother and her sisters. We had one room and they were next door in the hotel. For some reason, my mother was worried about Darren and I going out the night we spent there, so we snuck out for a walk. It was beautiful out when we left the hotel, but there was a sudden rain storm that almost literally swept us off our feet. Seriously, we had to hold on to a fence post.
We went back to the hotel, totally drenched. Not to be deterred from being naughty (from my mother’s perspective at least), we went out AGAIN the next morning in search of Tylenol. My mother, of course, tried to find us while we were gone. She panicked and begged the hotel staff to let her into our room. They were getting ready to use the master key when we got back.
Man, did we get in trouble. That taught me not to go out without my mother’s permission, I tell ya. I was 46 years old at the time.
This boat trip down memory lane is an adaptation of #WDIIA and Stream of Consciousness Saturday, brought to you by both. To join us in the SoCS tradition, click the following link where you’ll find all the instructions and the other participants’ posts in the comments. It’s fun! https://lindaghill.com/2020/07/10/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-11-2020/ Or you can link to this post if you just want to write a What Day is it Anyway? post.
Alex and I both slept in past the point of decent outside, so no walk today. I think we both needed the rest more. He’ll be bouncing off the walls later, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. I need to get a new power pack for the Wii Balance Board. The cord broke on the old one, and I didn’t keep the original door for the batteries, so they won’t stay in. Maybe I’ll work on getting one of those today.
My biggest day-of-the-week challenge lately is being convinced every day is Sunday. I’m constantly surprised, sometimes even multiple times a day, to find out it’s not Sunday.
Would it be confusing to change the title of these posts from What Day is it Anyway? to What Day of the Week is This Sunday?
Yeah, no. I’ll keep it as is.
Video: Winston, my beagle/Basset cross, sleepily wagging his tail while laying on the couch, his head on a Winnie the Pooh pillow.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
I started the day once again with a stroll around the block with Alex. We only went out for about 40 minutes: we were back home by 7am. And here I was thinking the lack of summer camp would mean I could sleep in. HA! It’s great to get the exercise in when we can, though. Tomorrow it’s supposed to be 30C (88F) by 8am, so no walk tomorrow.
At 11:00 I went to Best Buy to get Alex’s laptop fixed. The frame around the screen is coming off. It’s under warranty, so no problem with cost. But I had to wait outside in the sun for 30 minutes to get in. The man behind me was yelling at the poor girl at the door because more people were coming out than going in. They were only allowing 10 customers inside at once. The first time he complained that five people had come out but she’d only let one in, she told him thanks for letting her know. After that, she ignored him for the most part. The sixth person who came out–a woman with tattoos who was taking no shit–told him she had waited patiently for her turn when he told her it was okay for her to talk, she’d already been into the store. I felt so sorry for the girl at the door.
When I got to the front of the line and told her I was just there for the Geek Squad, she had to put me into another line, facing the one I’d been in, so facing the man who’d been behind me. He actually apologized to her, saying he understood but it was hot outside. Which was fine, until someone else came out of the store and she didn’t let him in right away. Of course, he started complaining again. I hope she did it on purpose.
I thanked her on the way out of the store. The crap people have to put up with from the entitled will never cease to boggle my mind.
My best friend, John, showed up as I got home to install another air conditioning unit in my upstairs bathroom window. That will make it nicer for sleeping. But to solve my issue of not being able to brain in the heat while trying to work, I emptied out my spare bedroom and cleaned off the desk so I can work downstairs. The room is on the north- and west-facing corner of the house and is surrounded by trees, so it’s nice and cool in here. I’m sitting on a broken office chair, but the seat is fine. I planned to try to keep this space wi-fi free, but I’ve broken that rule already writing this. AFTER this, though, no more wi-fi. I swear.
A week ago, I couldn’t even get into the room. It was (and still is, to an extent) the junk drawer of rooms. The bed is full of bags of my mother’s belongings that I moved out of the retirement home. Which might be just as well. I’m not tempted to lay down for a nap … That crack of dawn walk was a bit much.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
Today has been less of a day and more of an ordeal. Just getting through the heat.
I can’t brain.
Decisions all went out the window. Or would have if I’d opened them.
All the toss-ups in my life feel life and death.
Like what I was going to have for dinner. (I managed a microwaved TV dinner.)
Cookies or crackers?
Water or … water? (There’s nothing else to drink except tea and coffee. And I don’t do cold tea and coffee. Bleh.)
Half my problem all day has been lack of sleep. I turned out my light last night after 2am and tossed and turned for about an hour. Woke up at 5:55 and thought, I can go back to sleep or I can go out for a walk with Alex. Because we both need the exercise, we went for a walk. I put in 5K steps before 7am. On three hours of sleep.
My bedroom, where I work, was 90 F all day.
I still can’t brain.
Bleh.
P.S. Hope everyone south of the border had a happy 4th of July!
This brain-mush adaptation of #WDIIA and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is brought to you by both. To join us in the SoCS tradition, click the following link where you’ll find all the instructions and the other participants’ posts in the comments. It’s fun! https://lindaghill.com/2020/07/03/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-4-2020/ Or you can link to this post if you just want to write a What Day is it Anyway? post.
Alex dragged me out of bed at 7:20 again to go for a walk before it got hot. There’s no end in sight to this heat wave we’re having, so I suspect we’ll have a few of these early mornings. Time to start putting some real effort into going to bed before 2am.
I haven’t forgotten the Escapist Coloring Club. I also haven’t coloured much of my page, so I’ll try to get a bit more done before I write the July 1st post. Stay tuned.
Thanks very much for all the good wishes yesterday for my mother’s transition to the nursing home. The trip over there went well, though she was confused, understandably. She’s still walking okay, and she recognized me even with my mask on. She asked about a cigarette when we arrived at the new place–she was probably tipped off by the no-smoking sign at the front of the building. Hopefully now that she’s inside she’ll forget again.
I got a call from the nursing staff yesterday afternoon to say she’d been a busy girl. They were having a hard time keeping her in her room. To remind her, they put a gate up. Regression at its best.
She was apparently doing okay until the sun went down. She called me last night in a tizzy, asking to get out of there so she could look after the baby (me) and the dogs (who died back in the 80s), and to go home. I didn’t ask where home was, but she was probably referring to the house she moved out of in 2001, where I grew up.
Everything she owns that went with her yesterday was in quarantine for 24 hours, so she had nothing, nowhere, and no one she recognized. Last I heard, they were going to give her a sleeping pill.
Getting old really sucks.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
