Flying Sheds and Unboxing

I was in a meeting this morning, on video, and one of my colleagues said "Chris, your face? Is everything okay?" 

Well. I personally am okay. But. 

Looking out our front window while we were talking, I watched our across the street neighbors' shed lift up off the ground maybe 4 or 5 feet, rotate and plop down at the edge of their driveway. About ten feet away from where it was standing. 

Not something you see every day, so that was a little wild. As of 10pm, it is still not in the right place. I'm not sure what kind of folks they are, if they need help moving her back into the right spot or not. 

It was a unique experience. 

Needless to say, our weather here starting at about 5 am was rather wicked. Even now, at this late hour, it is still a freight train of wind. At least the rain stopped about 9am. But our entire porch was soaked, so the wind just drove the water in towards the house. 

My realtor came by this afternoon with a gift for us. She had a personalized christmas ornament made for our first christmas here in the house. And she looked around when she came in, and said "oh.... did I make a mistake, do you celebrate Christmas?"

Because your girl has zero decorations up. Cookies were the priority! I told her we sure do, but, I hadn't gotten to decorate yet. To be honest, I'm still looking for the box/es with lights. 

She was relieved, and I think I detected maybe this was a mistake she'd made in the past. It never came up in our conversations when we were working together, but with our last name, we for sure could be Jewish (save for the giant blonde child we have). I for sure would have asked first, before making a nice gift like this, just to ... you know. Not make a huge gaffe. 

The ornament is lovely, and now I'm motivated to put the tree out. Which is in the shed (which is anchored and will not rise up and fly around the yard) according to Doug. A task for tomorrow. 

I'm a little irritated that it is in the shed, because I spent a giant amount of time this evening looking for it. I found the boxes with the ornaments and lights, but no tree. I'm glad I said something out loud to Doug because he couldn't figure out why I was bringing boxes back upstairs. I told him these are mostly books and knickknacks, and I want to put them out on shelves. And the Christmas stuff.

For a fact, I know that if I didn't do this there would be no Christmas spirit in this house. Doug can't be bothered. Never could. Not his thing. 

But I want the wee tree, and the wee angels. Still have to find that box. Jesus I thought I moved in such an organized fashion.

I unpacked a few boxes of books, put things on shelves, I've got stuff I still need to do, so I'll get to that all. 

My 3pm meeting canceled on me, which was fine. It meant that I could treat myself to running out to the gym. Killed a half hour, should have pushed it but I have to be a responsible adult and like... go back to work. 

Tomorrow, I have a lot to do to get ready. I was thinking about making boozy hot cocoa and homemade whipped cream for our grown up guests and no boozy for Hen. 

Here's a picture of the shed. Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill, 31 min/1.63 miles; moving boxes around, 31 min/.72 mi. (notice the difference in distance. lol) 12k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 110
4:30pm: 117 
10:30pm: 119

food & meds:
8am: jardiance+phentermine
10:30am: 2 slices of toasted amish cheese bread w/butter
2pm: met+glip
3pm: a couple reeses peanut butter santas
6pm: beef stew a la Geoff. 2 beers.
8pm: met+glip
9pm: pita chips and hummus