The day started with me having to move hubby's care as he was blocking me in. He wanted to move it last night, but some mysterious black sedan was parked in front of our house. Hmmm. Well, that is suspicious.
When I got up this morning, the black sedan was thankfully gone, but in its place was a long bed truck. There seemed to be enough room in front of him before my driveway started, so I wanted to pull out and back into the spot. However, when I pulled out of the driveway, there was a line of cars hard on my heels. With no other option, I drove down the street and hung a U-y at the corner. The only trouble was that now the truck was on the other side of the road effectively blocking me from pulling the same stunt in front of my house.
I had no choice but to pull back into my driveway and reverse down the sidewalk in front of my house parking what I thought was far enough away from the truck.
That settled, I loaded up my car and pulled down my driveway. BY the time I got to the end, the truck was perpendicular to the road and completely blocking any kind of access. He was backing up and I had prepared to go around, but as it turned out he was done dropping off the garbage dumpster and he was trying to pull out.
Now, imagine if you will a road that is technically not even two lanes wide and a tractor trailer sized truck trying to pull an Austin Powers in the golf cart in the hallway. You all saw it. And you laughed. So did I, but I was cursing up a blue streak that this truck driver was driving like Artie Johnson as the old guy on the tricycle from Laugh In. And yes, I pretty much time-stamped my age there.
I sat there and watched as he inched forward and back and forward and back and turn just slightly and back and forward and back and turn slightly and back and I watched him praying he would not hit hubby's car because that would be my fault. This torture went on for at least five minutes.
By the time he pulled out and straightened out he bed of the car, I tore around him. I'm not proud of that moment, but I was beyond frustrated and there was an entire line of cars that I did not want to get stuck behind including a school bus. And a garbage truck was waiting to move on the other side. Worse than the gunfight at PK Corral there were so many cars.
Then I realized I forgot my sweatshirt. The usually try to blast us out at work.
The rest of the drive was uneventful unless you call getting stuck behind motorists out for a Sunday drive on Wednesday driving slow as molasses with no escape route to get around them and the line at Dunkin Donuts out the door.
As it turns out, today was National Walk at Lunch day. It is also Jean's Day and we can wear sneakers, but I can't fit into jeans, so I wore my capri pants which I meant to change out of for the walk. I brought sneakers, pants and socks figuring I would pick up my T-shirt before the walk.
I missed getting my T-shirt yesterday so I went down to get it a little past 11:30 and when I got to the first floor, the room was dark an empty. So I pulled out the email again which I luckily brought with me and the pick up dates were the 27th and 28th, not 28th and 29th. I did think it a little odd that I could pick up my T-shirt the same day as the walk. See no good comes from cubicles with no walls so we can't hang calendars and see what freaking day of the week it is!
But I digress.
So, I had no T-shirt to walk in, only the thin capped sleeved striped T I wore to work and the pants I brought were blue which did not match my black & white striped shirt. But I could work with that.
Until I realized I forgot to bring some deodorant. Wah wah wah. Imaging menacing piano keys in a descending scale if you will.
Be that as it may, I was determined to walk anyway, so I started walking down the sidewalk with the other hundreds of people walking all wearing blue shirts I might add. Get over it!
So I'm walking at a crisp pace when two things occurred to me. One, I started getting a cold and was finding it difficult to be a nose breather. It is very difficult to walk at a pace breathing through the mouth. MY throat was getting parched and so were my lips and I had brought no water. Two, I realized my lower back was killing me with every step I took. Inclines were the worst.
Then some woman who I did not know said I need to pull down my shirt as my pants are see-through. Say what now? I've worn these often for working out. I can only imagine it was the effect of the sun shining through the Lycra and I'll confess it. I've put on a few pounds so the fabric was stretched more than it usually is.
So here I am walking for two miles pulling my shirt down every couple of minutes. It was a losing battle.
I also had my headphones and iPhone so I could listen to music, but I kept getting my pedometer stuck in the headphone cord and I kept ripping out one of the ear pieces.
I also had my Kindle so I could read it at the elevator. We've got hundreds of people trying to get back to their desk at roughly around the same time. And since I moved, there are the 5 parking decks to walk the stairs up and then an additional 9 floors to my floor. So I'll wait thanks.
And lastly, I had my email notification of when to pick up my T-shirts that I clearly didn't read, but I didn't know what to do with it when I went to the empty and dark room. So I held onto it. Truth be told, I didn't even remember to pull up the email until it was already too late.
What? I was preoccupied!
Here's something you should all know about me. I am claustrophobic. I hate being in confined spaces and I hate, hate, hate being in a crowd that won't move except at a snail's pace. So I walked much of the time through the streets of downtown Newark on the fringe of the sidewalk or in the actual street to get past of these lallygaggers.
Still, the midpoint was bottle-necked where we had to wait in line to get our free bottle of water and our $5.00 coupon towards lunch.
So, I got my loot and started back. I was moving too quickly, or trying to, to risk stopping where I was sure I would never start again or opening the bottle as I walked which would be a disaster for all those concerned.
So I stayed parched just counting the minutes until I could sit. Ordinarily I am an excellent walker, but if my lower back is giving me pain, like today, I feel old and broken. Which I am, soooo that's fitting actually.
So I got to the lobby of my building and did something very impulsive. I decided to not wait for the elevator and decided to take the stairs to the cafeteria on the 1st floor. That's 6 flights after the two mile walk. I was able to do so, but was breathing really heavily when I came out on the floor. I sat down in one of the very swaggy chairs they have in the snack lounge. Oh yeah. There are some parts of my building that feel very like an airport.
Anyway, I finally got some water. Once I got my breathing under control, I went to the cafeteria where I got some soup, crackers to go with, yogurt, orange juice and an ice tea, Pure Leaf. When my throat is bothering me, I am all about acidic stuff which is the only thing that soothes my throat.
I paid for my stuff. Only had to pay out $5.00 additional and headed to the elevator. I was not climbing 9 more floors. While standing there, I realized I didn't have my water. I started to head back for it, but my back hurt and I realized I didn't know where I left it. If I found a bottle, it could be any one's, so I decided not to risk it. It was free anyway. A bit of a waste, but hey.
By the time I got back to my desk, it had been an hour end to end, so that's not bad considering the side trip to the cafeteria, but I was sweating. After I cooled down, I changed back into my capri pants. I couldn't walk around with see-through pants. Washed up a bit t, so I felt better.
Aaaaaannd...then, when I got home I dropped a juice can on my foot.
Aaaaaannd...stuck my thumb nearly into my eye, but it was my nail which is kind of pointy and hard and it smarted.
That was my day. I am now full on sick mode, so I had to get medicine. It's great because I have a wedding Saturday that I may not be able to go to and Avengers comes out tomorrow in celebration of hubby's birthday.
Last night I had a dream that I ran into JLA in an elevator and I was asking her when we were going to see the next installment of The Dead List. Today, I got a push notification that she made an update. Precognition or wishful thinking.
So, besides this crappy day, I finally got the Christmas boxes into the attic. It took all day Sunday, which is normally when I can write my blog posts.
My mortgage may be going up by about $600.00 monthly which I do not have.
My Penguins barely squeaked into the playoffs being the last team to qualify. I had hockey every other night for almost two weeks, but they got eliminated. At least they were not the first team to be eliminated. And really, they're better than what they've shown the past couple of months.
TV is keeping me busy. Everything picked up at the same time: Agents of SHEILD, Outlander, Game of Thrones, Once Upon a Time. I'm still trying to watch Arrow and Grimm, but those are on Netflix or I have on Blu Ray, so no hurry. Now Netflix's has the Daredevil original series which is awesome! I never watch a lot of TV, haven't for a very many years, but it just seems like that's all I do lately. Oh yeah, and the new series I Zombie is on which is from a DC comic book series I own. So...
I have about a hundred or so T-shirts to fold. A bedroom to clean. Comic boxes to put up in the attic. Books I want to get rid of to get out of the attic. And I have spring garland to string around the house.
I have a handful of other projects to do around the house, not the least of which is getting started clearing the debris out of the garden from last year.
And I have a handful o f reviews to write and post.
So, what does any of this have to do with books? Absolutely nothing. I just thought I'd share a typical day in my life when I am actually paying attention to the events that transpire. I can't make this crap up!
Providing I am not bedridden.