Do you know what I’ve never done? Actually, that question encompasses many answers. I’ve never gone a morning without coffee since 9th grade. That’s one thing. Unless I was having surgery or a lab test, and believe you me, it pisses me off when that happens. I remember years ago having one of my fibroid outpatient surgeries (I guess most of that fibroid drama was before your time. Count yourselves lucky) that didn’t start till 1 p.m., and I complained so much that when I came to, they had fresh black coffee waiting for me, and I’ve never been so grateful for a gesture.
I’ve also never skied. No desire to. You will never hear me say, “I can’t blog today because I have to slalom down some hills.” I don’t like to be cold and I don’t like to be dangerous.
Hunting. I’ve never gone hunting. Basically anything outdoors I have not done unless it’s drinking on a patio.
Anything that involves being without caffeine, I have not done. Like, I really want to go to one of those spa resorts, but not one that doesn’t have caffeine. No way. I will bolt outta there. Do you think I might have an addiction?
Also? I cannot remember what my point was going to be, after I listed things I had not done. Ding DANG it. I really can’t. Crap.
It’s October, in case you hadn’t noticed, and for a few weeks now it’s been chilly here. One morning I woke up and went outside and boom, chilly and it’s been so ever since. The weather literally changed overnight. Last year I was thoroughly irritated, which I know is not like me, because all of September and on into October it was 90 degrees each day. It was so hot and horrible. Not this year.
That means this weekend I will have to do some exchanging of the clothes. Move the fall-ish things into the main closet and stick the summer things into one of those suck-the-air-out bags I got after I had an Organize June Day on this very blog. So that’s something to look forward to.
Meanwhile, I have had a migraine every day this week. I think it’s because I am working on something intricate and detailed for work, but I have GOT to get that situation figured out. I either have to figure out how to not get migraines after a long day of intricate work or not do intricate work anymore.
Perhaps I should chuck it all, all these riches, and become a ski instructor.
Honestly, though, I gotta do SOMETHING. I am overdosing on my migraine medication and it isn’t good. I feel like that ballerina in I’m Dancing as Fast as I Can. Remember that book? It was from the ’70s, I think, and it was about some ballet dancer in New York who got hooked on the dolls. Valium? Did she get hooked on Valium? It’s possible I never actually read the book and just saw her on Phil Donahue.
I’m tired of feeling sick all the time, and when I’m not sick, I’m on tenterhooks waiting for it to return. I wonder if I should do something less intense than staring hard at words all day. It might not be good. Maybe I could be president!
“The president is playing miniature golf today. This is her 46th miniature golf outing since her presidency began, and she is determined to get the ball through the windmill.”
I adore miniature golf. Once Marvin and I found this miniature golf place that time forgot, somewhere in, like, Glendale or something, when we lived in LA. It had an old restaurant attached to it, that time also forgot. The whole thing was very 1950s restaurant where Danny and Sandy hung out in Grease. What was that place called? The Tasty-something?
Anyway we adored it and got to go there two or three times before guess what? Closed down. It’s probably a Staples now.
I’d better go. I have to begin work in a few minutes and my goal is to not have a headache at 5:00. Further reports as developments warrant (FRaDW).
That’s only funny if you read me the other day, when I talked about Seth and Sevin and Sim.