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It's so easy to get out of the habit of posting, isn't it? Life is really good right now, but it is does not make for exciting posts. I am busy all the freaking time with paperwork and shopping and housecleaning (hahahaha... yeah, you can tell by looking at my house that one keeps me busy.)
If you can really type, and not just the hunt-peck method, have you ever sat there and thought about how amazing it is that your fingers know where to go? I don't notice it most of the time, but it just occurred to me while typing just now that it's truly incredible. My fingers are flying over the keyboard and it makes no sense, really, that they can do that. Typing is something that was always super-easy to me. We had these games in our high school word processing class where words would fall from the screen and you would have to type them before they reached the city below and kill off your town. I loved those silly games. I would like to play one now, now that I think about it. And you know what else is funny? It has taken me ages to write this paragraph because I am actively thinking about typing and I am typoing just about every word. There are no brains in typing, apparently.
Typing = politics!
Mainly what I have been doing lately is shopping. I have one or two more yard sales planned for this year--one Labor Day weekend at my parents, and then possibly one more at my house, depending on whether or not we have enough stuff left to sell and if we feel like the hassle. We don't have the tables and stuff that my parents do. That means that I have a little less than two weeks (two sales weeks, though, which is the important part) to collect as many things as possible. I've been fairly aggressive about my shopping this summer. I think I might be able to tone it down a notch after the season's sales are over, and that will be a relief. I'll still be DOING it, but I'll have six or eight months before the next sale and thus, no hurry. (I expect that sale to be a a BIG one--very much looking forward to it!) I am doing most of my shopping now on Sunday mornings, while Evelyn stays with M. It's so much nicer that way--I can get the most important stuff out of the way first thing, while the stores are still in stock, and then I can go out again later in the week if something comes up or if I feel like getting out of the house. She is getting somewhat harder to shop with these days, or maybe my patience is eroding, or maybe it's a combination. Shopping the way I do takes a certain amount of concentration and math skills. Calculating price per unit after coupons, store discounts, special promotions and other such nonsense while simultaneously doling out goldfish crackers and angling the cart so that small fingers can not reach anything breakable and listening to whining about wanting to walk... not as easy as it sounds. ;) When I quit my job, I had a glimmer of a feeling that I might end up doing something monetarily productive with my time in some way or another but I honestly never dreamed it would be THIS.
Can you pop your ears? Like, just sitting there, and flexing your muscles in such a way that your ears pop? Because I can, and assumed everyone could because that is a feature of being human, but apparently M cannot, and that makes me wonder if I am the anomaly or if he is. Oh, the things that you discuss after having been together for a decade. I guess you eventually run out of interesting things, and start talking about how ears function. The trick to choosing a life partner, it seems, is to find someone who you find fascinating enough to actually care about the status of said ears.
I have also found that if you donate some money to some charitable organization, the quality of junk mail in your physical mailbox improves. I gave a little money to the USO earlier this year, and now I get lots and lots and LOTS of letters from various people begging for my financial assistance, and most of them include some sort of gimmicky trinket. I have more return address labels than I will use in five years, I think, and pocket calendars and the like. You know what I would really like? I would kind of like charitable organizations to do something else with the money they receive than send out return address labels to random strangers. Generally speaking, I don't have philosophical problems with the administration costs of non-profits, but this seems to be a huge waste of money that could be better spent on something else. Having said that, it is a lot more entertaining for me this way.
If you can really type, and not just the hunt-peck method, have you ever sat there and thought about how amazing it is that your fingers know where to go? I don't notice it most of the time, but it just occurred to me while typing just now that it's truly incredible. My fingers are flying over the keyboard and it makes no sense, really, that they can do that. Typing is something that was always super-easy to me. We had these games in our high school word processing class where words would fall from the screen and you would have to type them before they reached the city below and kill off your town. I loved those silly games. I would like to play one now, now that I think about it. And you know what else is funny? It has taken me ages to write this paragraph because I am actively thinking about typing and I am typoing just about every word. There are no brains in typing, apparently.
Typing = politics!
Mainly what I have been doing lately is shopping. I have one or two more yard sales planned for this year--one Labor Day weekend at my parents, and then possibly one more at my house, depending on whether or not we have enough stuff left to sell and if we feel like the hassle. We don't have the tables and stuff that my parents do. That means that I have a little less than two weeks (two sales weeks, though, which is the important part) to collect as many things as possible. I've been fairly aggressive about my shopping this summer. I think I might be able to tone it down a notch after the season's sales are over, and that will be a relief. I'll still be DOING it, but I'll have six or eight months before the next sale and thus, no hurry. (I expect that sale to be a a BIG one--very much looking forward to it!) I am doing most of my shopping now on Sunday mornings, while Evelyn stays with M. It's so much nicer that way--I can get the most important stuff out of the way first thing, while the stores are still in stock, and then I can go out again later in the week if something comes up or if I feel like getting out of the house. She is getting somewhat harder to shop with these days, or maybe my patience is eroding, or maybe it's a combination. Shopping the way I do takes a certain amount of concentration and math skills. Calculating price per unit after coupons, store discounts, special promotions and other such nonsense while simultaneously doling out goldfish crackers and angling the cart so that small fingers can not reach anything breakable and listening to whining about wanting to walk... not as easy as it sounds. ;) When I quit my job, I had a glimmer of a feeling that I might end up doing something monetarily productive with my time in some way or another but I honestly never dreamed it would be THIS.
Can you pop your ears? Like, just sitting there, and flexing your muscles in such a way that your ears pop? Because I can, and assumed everyone could because that is a feature of being human, but apparently M cannot, and that makes me wonder if I am the anomaly or if he is. Oh, the things that you discuss after having been together for a decade. I guess you eventually run out of interesting things, and start talking about how ears function. The trick to choosing a life partner, it seems, is to find someone who you find fascinating enough to actually care about the status of said ears.
I have also found that if you donate some money to some charitable organization, the quality of junk mail in your physical mailbox improves. I gave a little money to the USO earlier this year, and now I get lots and lots and LOTS of letters from various people begging for my financial assistance, and most of them include some sort of gimmicky trinket. I have more return address labels than I will use in five years, I think, and pocket calendars and the like. You know what I would really like? I would kind of like charitable organizations to do something else with the money they receive than send out return address labels to random strangers. Generally speaking, I don't have philosophical problems with the administration costs of non-profits, but this seems to be a huge waste of money that could be better spent on something else. Having said that, it is a lot more entertaining for me this way.
