Oh, smidgens of this and that
Aug. 22nd, 2004 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonWhat a nice human-type day I had yesterday. We went and bought tiles at a tile store, then had lunch at Lo Fat Know Fat (the tile store being one of the "dingy businesses" nearby). On the way home I lingered in Central to buy clothes at Tello's, where I was surprised to find a bunch of button-down shirts. Yeah for cheap work shirts! And I also broke down and bought one of those denim skirts that can be more reasonably defined as an extra-wide belt... heh, guess I couldn't hold out forever. So I wore that around the house and felt all sexy. :)
Finally, we learned how to play pinochle with B and D. it's the first time in a long while I've played any card game, and the first time we've spent an evening with just the four of us together. It was a great night except that on the ride home they reminded us that they'll probably move out of town in a year. Durr. *goes back into denial*
Today... beautiful sunny thing that it was... felt more fun than it's going to sound when I write it. I guess I mostly was Useful Around the House, and I lifted, and then I went in and was Useful At Work for just a couple of hours in the afternoon. More a "I'm truly going to be less stressed if I'm ready to face Big Daddy tomorrow when he gets back from vacation" couple of hours than a "those slavedriving bastards are forcing me to work" couple of hours. So I had no problem with that.
Ah, and I also got my hair cut by a woman who didn't feel equipped to handle the task without half a bottle of detangler. I'm sticky now. :b
I must confess I've backed down a bit in the weight room having achieved my squat goal. True, I wanted to do 125, and so I did 125... whee... but it's also true that I feel on the edge of control already at 115/120, so I'm going to work at that lower level for a while. Further confession: I lowered my bench press amount last month as well, after a few weeks of chronic tightness in one pec (especially while actually doing them. Creepy). The slight ego hit of not lifting the same weight has been more than offset by feeling better, and I don't look any different. Lifting is one of those things where just doing it, at any level that requires effort, seems to be about 865 times more important than precisely how much you're lifting. Hmm... hope I'm not allowing that belief, and that security, to make me lazy.
And now a music recommendation for everyone: the album In absentia by Porcupine Tree. I've been listening to it lately, and it doesn't hook you like Vast or set up a mood as solidly melancholy as the Cure. But it alternates well between harder rock and ballad type singing, and it has cool lyrics.
I got wiring loose inside my head,
I got books that I never ever read;
I got secrets in my garden shed,
I got a scar where all my urges bled;
I got people underneath my bed,
I got a place where all my dreams are dead--Swim with me into your blackest eyes!
Finally, we learned how to play pinochle with B and D. it's the first time in a long while I've played any card game, and the first time we've spent an evening with just the four of us together. It was a great night except that on the ride home they reminded us that they'll probably move out of town in a year. Durr. *goes back into denial*
Today... beautiful sunny thing that it was... felt more fun than it's going to sound when I write it. I guess I mostly was Useful Around the House, and I lifted, and then I went in and was Useful At Work for just a couple of hours in the afternoon. More a "I'm truly going to be less stressed if I'm ready to face Big Daddy tomorrow when he gets back from vacation" couple of hours than a "those slavedriving bastards are forcing me to work" couple of hours. So I had no problem with that.
Ah, and I also got my hair cut by a woman who didn't feel equipped to handle the task without half a bottle of detangler. I'm sticky now. :b
I must confess I've backed down a bit in the weight room having achieved my squat goal. True, I wanted to do 125, and so I did 125... whee... but it's also true that I feel on the edge of control already at 115/120, so I'm going to work at that lower level for a while. Further confession: I lowered my bench press amount last month as well, after a few weeks of chronic tightness in one pec (especially while actually doing them. Creepy). The slight ego hit of not lifting the same weight has been more than offset by feeling better, and I don't look any different. Lifting is one of those things where just doing it, at any level that requires effort, seems to be about 865 times more important than precisely how much you're lifting. Hmm... hope I'm not allowing that belief, and that security, to make me lazy.
And now a music recommendation for everyone: the album In absentia by Porcupine Tree. I've been listening to it lately, and it doesn't hook you like Vast or set up a mood as solidly melancholy as the Cure. But it alternates well between harder rock and ballad type singing, and it has cool lyrics.
I got wiring loose inside my head,
I got books that I never ever read;
I got secrets in my garden shed,
I got a scar where all my urges bled;
I got people underneath my bed,
I got a place where all my dreams are dead--Swim with me into your blackest eyes!
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Date: 2004-08-23 04:06 pm (UTC)