General Updates in the Life of....

Here we are with almost another week passing us by... where does the time go? I can assure you, my time has gone much to work for me. This is week two of working from home, and while I have been a little bit better at the balancing act this week than last, I still find it too easy to work away the time. And not getting the other things done that life requires.... like packing and preparing for the move.

I have a plan though, and that is to forego my evening run; indeed, I already gave up my morning run in lieu of physical therapy... but with a raging headache barely being kept in check with some Tylenol, and the visit to the garden checked off the list at lunchtime, I feel that accomplishing such necessities as laundry, making dinner, showering, shaving my legs, and vegging out for an hour with my new Shape magazine. I can, and will, run tomorrow... and, I have a massage scheduled in the afternoon. And, what I would really like to do if I knew I could still meet my deadlines, is take tomorrow afternoon off.... but it would only mean working over the weekend... and there will be time this fall to take vacation time and explore my new City.

Now, if only this stuff would pack itself. I'm getting rid of a lot of stuff, too, on this move. It feels good. Normally, I panic at the thought of getting rid of any of my shoes, but not this time... it means more room for new ones later! Clothes are also being cleaned out; it's a good feeling. The last time I cleaned out my closets and life, it wasn't such a good feeling--it was terrifying and sad. This time, I think I would toss most everything if I could afford to... but given the outrageous cost to get a document notarized, and that I needed 9 done, well, there went a new pair of shoes....

But this weekend is the Ypsi Heritage Fest, which should prove an interesting opportunity for people watching and such. I plan on spending some time there, getting some packing accomplished and I might even get crazy and watch a movie as several have been recommended to me of late. I shall also be found at Bombadill's on Sunday as is and has been my plan for the month of August. Too bad I didn't find that place earlier...

On that note, laundry is piled up staring at me.

Lazy, rainy Sunday

There were so many good intentions gone awry today. I had planned to work for a good 3-4 hours... I lasted an hour. The rain put a damper on the gardening plans for the day and it all just went downhill from there.

I did manage to do some cooking; and in a last ditch effort to feel productive, I have gathered together the laundry, packed up a box of books and gathered together many of the items I will be donating to various organizations if I cannot find one to take it all.

Mostly, though, I'm just feeling run down and whiny. I did go to Bombadills this morning for a few hours and did get some writing done, and got several emails written I might not have otherwise. Today is the perfect day to kick back and watch a movie... and I would love to go see either Talk to Me or 10 Questions for the Dalai Lama... both of which are playing today, except that I know that the air conditioning would be more than I could handle. It's low 70s right now, and I'm already a bit chilled... can't image going into another establishment (a quick trip to Kroger for cilantro proved nearly fatal).

Decidedly, the best possible course of action is to sit on my ass in front of the TV the rest of the day and try to at least force liquids down, because aside from my three large cups of coffee at Bombadill's, I've managed to drink 2 whole glasses of water, and that was an effort that resulted in nausea. I guess, I'm afraid that if I sit down and stop moving around for more than 5 minutes and just relax, I will realize that I'm actually not feeling very good at all... and since I really don't like that, it is easier just to run around and find things to do. Though, admittedly, I don't think I can do that much longer either--one way or another, it finds a way to sneak up on you.

On that note, I'm certain a shower will be the corrective cure for what troubles me... indeed, why didn't I think of that earlier?! I'm sure if I had, typing would not have turned into such a painful event right about now.

Ciao...

The King Lives and other scary events on a Saturday

This weekend brought a swarm of Elvis' to Ypsilanti... that's right, it was the Michigan ElvisFest. For the uninitiated and uninformed, it is a 2 day romp at Frog Island in Depot Town. This year, I did not actually enter the festivities, but heard a few of the performances while sitting outside Aubree's.

The day actually worked something like this... I overslept and had to quickly get dressed, brush my hair and run out after being up for 5 minutes to meet Mal at Bombadill's on Mich Ave. Not having a clue about weather, but having plans to be outside in July at a Festival in honor of his majesty, I opted to wear a blue Hawaiian-ish flower dress, which, albeit on the short side, is still quite cute. Obviously, if I am adorning it, it is cute, but I do digress on a fit of vanity.

Turns out, it got rather chilly, and the partner in ElvisFesting was not feeling well, so Mal and I decided to brave the white polyester-ed middle aged crowd ourselves... but begged off after the price of admission outweighed our desire for sarcasm... plus we only planned to peruse the event for 30-40 minutes and didn't want to drop $12 for the pleasure.

After a nice and calorie laden lunch, we headed back to the cars... while walking down Hamilton, the wind blowing and the sounds of Elvis floating through the air, I did not hear a bike approaching from behind. The dude on the bike was probably about 60, his helmet askew, and passing at such a slow speed as he checked me out, looked at me and said "Excuse me, baby" in the creepiest of manners that my impulse to laugh and scream "eww" simultaneously left me from emitting any sound. Instead, I let Mal laugh, as she didn't hear what he said, or even how (which intonation was the major factor), and I just brought my hand up over my mouth until I was able to get the necessary "Ick" out. Then we were really able to laugh.

But it was scary, in one of those creepy kind of ways. And made me glad that I continued to do a "dress check" to make sure my underwear were not exposed. As I had told Mal earlier, "It isn't paranoia if people can see your underwear."