So I have been sick the past week, and I have been trying to decide just how sick I have been. It was just a cold, thank goodness, not the flu or H1N1 or strep or anything terribly nasty. But it lingers like this evolving irritant - last Saturday it was a sore throat, sometimes it's been full out disgusting, and some morning I just feel like I am going to pass out. But it is really just a cold, which kind of make me feel like a baby. But I am just a squishy human after all. Nothing to do about that.I need to start writing my friends and family. I have received so many sweet gifts, cards, and calls from them this holiday season, and I can't seem to get it together and return the joy of their well wishes.
It make me sound like a horrible person, but it is part of my social anxiety I guess. I want to write them the nicest cards, get them the most thoughtful gifts, and so I procrastinate. Well, that needs to stop. It is one of my best friend's birthdays this week, so time to ante up. I can't wait to get my Christmas goodies in the mail, so I can start making more collage cards. How relaxing and fun was that?So I have been feeling so bored these past few days, but when I actually sat down and made any inventory of stuff to buy, stuff to see/do around the area, and errands I need to run/goals I need to meet, I couldn't stop writing. It's like with me life is either zero or one-eighty degrees, and I don't operate well in good balance. Or I am like my car, and it takes a good couple of presses on the accelerator to actually switch up gears. Sigh. At least one of my wonderful gifts was this beautiful homemade notebook from Jojo. I am using it as a literal notebook - I tracked my schedule and mid-month budget today, and it is surprising how just finding a physical space for my "to-do's" helps so much. Thanks for the motivation (and the consideration) Jojo!
Also, in this randomness, I would like take the time to show random appreciation to fate. A couple of weeks ago, I was Skyping with S, and I was in the kitchen simultaneously making myself a snack of frijoles verdes with green salsa (read: green beans with green goop on top).
So I take my concoction out of the microwave and promptly spill it/slosh it out over my netbook's teeny type pad. Ick!!! So I am yelling to S about this (his Skype face is inches from disaster) and so so worried that my typepad will get messed up and my keys will not work anymore. And right after Skype, despite my drying them off the whole time with paper towels and dish rags, the keys start short circuiting! So I do what I know to do, and break out my hair dryer and start drying the keys. It seems useless. I bought a warrantee on this thing that I do not think extends to "spilling the beans." So I do that for 20 minutes, see no improvements in my keyboard (it types "jkzcfgbnou0-no" and such for the letter "e"), and then I turn off my computer and cry. BUT the next morning it's working again - like new, except that their is still some green salsa I am sure under the space bar, which makes it hard to not smoosh my words up when I type fast. So THANK YOU fate, for not allowing my clumsiness to totally, utterly wreck my connection to the outside world. I do appreciate it.And that is my random blog.
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