I decided today that I'd give my knees and lower back a break and not go to the gym. Not a 14k day today, but it wasn't a zero (see the digits below).
For breakfast, I made egg mcmuffins for us (2 for him, 1 for me) and started doing a little cleaning. Yesterday I had stripped our beds (plural - we have a split king with separate sheets until we figure out a good solution to unify the two mattresses and put a set of king sheets on it, they're both twins or xl twins, I forget which), and I folded some of the laundry piled up next to my side of the bed.
Today my mission was to find a dress. Not just any dress - the one I wanted was from Aaron's wedding and I need it for the symphony next weekend. A bunch of us decided we are dressing up even though it is a Guster show. Because it is with the national symphony and we want to look the part, as it were. Fancy in the pants.
This is a good dress, I love it very much, and I wear it when I need something fancy dressy. I could see the little bolero jacket that goes with the dress on the hanger in the closet, with all the other clothes I literally never ever ever wear that are on hangers in the closet. But the dress was missing. So, after folding more laundry, I decided to pull everything off the closet floor that has been there since we moved in 2021.
Found it.
It had slipped off a hanger, I guess, and stuff was on top of it. I also found the Columbia sportswear jacket liner I have been looking for, I'll need it when we go to Denver. It's a comfortable mid-range jacket that I can wear alone, or put in the shell and stay super warm. It may be super cold first week of June where we are headed.
Victory is mine, a little bit! Huzzah.
Now to figure out what to wear for night 2.
I took Thursday off of work, so I think I'm just going to use that day for haircut, toes, and maybe buy a dress. I'm also not above wearing the dress a second time. Why the hell not. It's the dress' chance to shine.
I thought about baking a cheesecake today, but we only had 3 eggs so I opted for breakfast instead. Will send Geoff to the market tomorrow - he's got the day off since he worked this weekend.
Doug again today he was going to look at cars, but it got to be 1pm and he checked the website for the dealer and they are closed Sunday. Sad trombone - he shoulda gone yesterday.
He took the dogs outside so I could vacuum and stuff, which I asked for and was very thankful for. I didn't need them, especially Dahlia who hilariously has no clue, standing directly in my path while I'm rampaging around the living room with the sucking machine. Toffee at least will jump up on the couch and watch me. But "Screwy" as Doug calls Dahlia, she'll just stand there, and watch.
He sat out there for an hour, played ball with them. Dahlia was off of house arrest for that time, and loved it. Good for her. I'm glad she was able to be good and not jump the fence when our neighbor and his dog came around the corner. Doug was right there with a leash, just in case. And she behaved while they stood there talking. John's dog Maisey does not care to spend time with our dogs or any other dogs -she's not even interested in nose to nose hello. She just stands there, pointing at her own house with her face. Let's Go. LFG. Let's go.
So they all had a nice time while I got some cleaning done. And you all know I have to be in the mood to do this, so I was.
I decluttered the living room table, and the side table. I brought all the christmas stuff down to the basement - it had been sitting here just taunting me since I packed it all up in January. We have at least 3 strings of dead lights that I need to pitch and I'm mad about it. Fucking dead lights.... I don't even know how this works when half a string dies completely. I should google if there is a fix for it because these are my good white lights that we usually keep up for the year.
During the week, I had watered almost all the plants, except for the ones on the front window. I decided to do that today too. I have an aloe plant that is in a cute terra cotta pot with some green paint on it, and it sits on a little plate that I'd picked up a while back at the Atlas Brewery plant swap. Imagine my shock and panic when I picked up the pot, and thousands of ants were under the pot. Like. What the fuck, ants? I haven't seen a single ant in the house so far this year - but obviously they're coming in and picked this plant to chill under.
And yes, every year here in Maryland, right about now, they start coming in the house. It is one of my very least favorite things about living here - my outside garden has billions of ants, and they march in the house and they love the dog dishes, the sink, the entire kitchen. So we fight them - and eventually it stops being Ant Season inside, and they stay outside.
Expressing some surprise and throwing some salty language around, I ran to the back door with the pot and the plate, ants scurrying up my hands as I'm doing my best to hustle. I grabbed our lemongrass ant killing spray from the kitchen and doused the plate and the outside of the pot - death to all you creepy crawly bastards.
When Doug took the dogs out, I asked him to hand me the two pieces, I'd repot the plant and wash the plate. He looked at the carnage and was surprised at the amount of deceased bugs left behind. I think he was surprised I did not lose my shit when this happened and to be honest, I'm surprised as well that I kept it together. Gah.
After doing a couple other things I returned to the aloe to repot it. I picked another pot that was a touch bigger than the one it was in, and added a little dirt to the bottom to set the plant on top of. Lifting the plant out of the pot - a million more ants came out.
Goddamn sonovvabitch you've got to be joking.
Back outside, more spray, rinsing the plant, taking ALL the dirt off of it down to the bare roots. It will be closely and carefully monitored over the next couple days in its new house.
Kind of bizarre they picked this one plant to move into - but now the window sill collective will be carefully checked. I won't be going two weeks without investigation of the babies.
Doug went into the guest room with the dogs around 4, so I took a cleaning and ant murdering break and took myself for a quick walk all by myself. Doug asked why I neglected a dog and the answer is because when one goes, the other becomes super Jelly Dog and cries and cries, and I wanted to be kind to him so he could rest or whatever.
Did a quick 20 minute trek, discovered you can't play Pokemon at the same time as Spotify is running, so I chose Play That Funky Music, some Sweetness by Jimmy Eat World, Last Train to Clarksville, among others. I did catch one pokemon and did one spinner so I fulfilled my "required" actions for a 4 day streak.
Dinner was cluck pucks and I was not going to have rolls but I wanted mayo and potato chips on my sammitch. And I had 2. More carbs than usual but Potato Rolls are so damn good, aren't they?
No picture from today but these are from early Saturday morning. After breakfast, after outside, and back for second sleepies. Dahlia is so black she is like a Void Dog.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Housecleaning recorded measurable exercise, 15 min/.39 miles. Actual walk, 20 min/1.06 miles. 12k+ by bedtime
blood glucose:
9:45am: 124
4:30pm: 104
9:45pm: 126
food:
coffee/water
9am: phentermine
10:30am: met+glip
11:30am: egg mcmuffin (1 egg, 1 sausage pattie, 2 slices of american cheese, english muffin)
5pm: met+glip
6:30pm: 2 cluck pucks w/american cheese+mayo on potato rolls, some cheddar cheese potato chips
1 glass of white wine+diet ginger ale
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