I'm bored stiff. I want to rearrange the office. I want to straighten up the extra room and be able to ride that exercise bike in there. I want to clean the bedroom and vacuum the walls and ceilings. I want to do a lot of stuff. It would help if it was cooler. It would help if this stupid tooth wasn't so painful (it goes away, I think it's a tooth that has a crown and had a root canal - I've had problems with it off and on for years, way more off than on, so why spend money we don't have at the dentist, you know).
I hope I don't regret the upgrade. I hope I don't lose my section themes.
Ah, who am I kidding I love doing this stuff that frustrates the hell out of me.
I never quite understood how Brian could do it, but after all of these years, I've gotten pretty adept at it myself.
Not listening to him when he talks.
Early on, I'd tell him things, thinking he was listening, only to find out days later when I brought the subject back up, that he hadn't "heard" a word I'd said. Since I'm an only child, I never learned the skill of blocking out when people talked to me. I always gave them my full attention. Brian was raised in a full family. Two brothers, two sisters, a foster sister, always a full house. So, it's natural that he'd have acquired the skill of verbal blocking.
Since he's been working from home and spending a lot more time next to me in the office and my frustration level has been rising because every time he mumbles something, be it a rant about how someone is a moron to how messed up his computer is (which often turned out to be operator error - the problem wasn't replicated when I was watching what he'd done), my mind changes what it's concentrating on to give him its full attention. This morning as I was typing I realized he was talking and I hadn't been listening to a word he said.
I know we said we weren't going to anymore advance movie screenings, but I got an invite from AARP. Since I don't think all of the line jumpers do AARP (after all, that costs money) I signed up for the screening.
I'm glad we went. It was at the same theater where we saw Focus, the theater with the reclining leather chairs. Nice.... It was at a mall that we weren't familiar with, but we found a place to eat, Schlotsky's. We weren't familiar with their menu, but our sandwiches weren't bad.
After we were seated and settled in, I got up to pee (it's been hot, I've been drinking lots of water). I said "hello" to one of the security guys. I don't think he recognized me at first, but he did ask where I'd been at a movie the previous Monday. I just laughed and told him we quit doing the other advanced screenings because it was frustrating to wait in line for two hours and get crappy seats because of all the line jumpers. He kind of nodded and said "the ones who save places?" Yep. Those guys. I don't think he recognized my face, I think he recognized my hair. Seriously. Anyway..
The movie was really good. Nick Nolte was hilarious. Robert Redford, well, he was Robert Redford. The scenery was awesome, the story was entertaining. Kind of a coming of age for old farts. Old men walking the Appalachian Trail. I do want to read the book now.
So, here's the trailer. If you have the chance to see it, try the big screen. Like I said, the scenery is very, very nice.
I just haven't been doing much with them. Earlier this week when I walked into the backyard, I really liked how the moon was kind of behind the clouds. It was early evening, the sun was on its way down. When I took the picture, the sky didn't look this vibrant to me, so I was pleasantly surprised about the color. Clicking on a picture will take you to a bigger photo in my family album; clicking on that picture will open an even larger photo.
The worst is supposed to be today. I don't mind the heat, but I hate the humidity. Yesterday, I turned the air conditioning on around three or four. Didn't turn it off until after midnight. And if the damned smoke alarm hadn't gone off, it most likely would have been on all night.
Yeah. The smoke alarm. We have two. One in the bedroom, one in the hallway, around the corner from the bedroom. We get out of bed and Brian checks the one in the bedroom. I can't get out of the bedroom, he's in the way. While he has the detector apart, the beeping starts again. It's the other detector. He puts the one in the bedroom back together (and it didn't go smoothly). I told him I wanted to leave the room, so he got off of the stool and I was able to walk past him. He finally got the one in the bedroom put back together, then did the one in the hallway. He had it apart and was going to leave it until this morning. He sat it on his dresser.
It was like this. It was really like this.
Both of us up again, I went into the garage to get another battery. He followed me in, started pulling stuff out of the drawer that I'd just opened. Excuse me. I found the new battery pack and handed it to him because I couldn't get it open (I hate that). While he changed out the battery, I checked outside and it was cooler than in. I started opening up the house. I walked into the bedroom, he'd opened up the windows in there and I was going to lay back down, but the cats were in my spot. I ended up on the sofa.
We did go for our long walk this morning, I made a good breakfast, potatoes with onions and peppers, turkey sausage links and eggs. Probably will be too hot for lunch. This heat spell is supposed to get better tomorrow. I hope so.
lisaviolet is sixty something, married with no kids, takes care of lots of cats, likes taking photographs, loves Southern California weather and spends altogether too much time avoiding her responsibilities.
In her spare time, she makes pretty things to sell in her store.