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July 10, 2007
In Which There Is Nothing New to Report
My day. Boring for everybody but me. And even kinda that way for me too:
Picked up the clutter in preparation for the cleaning lady. Who ROCKS, by the way. She is fantastic. After her first session last week, I called Dave and said, "Let's give her a million dollars and have her clean our house for ever and ever. And also cook, because she's really good at that too." I cannot tell you how nice it is to come home to a spotless house. Especially knowing that the person who did the spotlessing needs the dosh.
Discovered that the high school mask making class I've been teaching was cancelled today. Which was awesome. Meant I could do more stuff. (Not to worry, their final two sessions will just be an hour longer each.) Plus, I just wasn't in the mood for dealing with them. I've discovered that I prefer college students. If college students fuck up because they weren't listening to me, I can point out that they're grownups and need to be responsible for themselves. I can't do that with high school students. Though this is a great group of kids.
Ran errands what needed running.
Gym = 30 minutes on bike + 30 minutes on stairmaster. I will be a size 12 at least by my birthday (provided I can stop eating dessert). And I can still touch my nose to just below my knees. I cannot believe, however, how long it took me to figure out that the reason my left leg is tighter in the hamstrings than the right leg when I do a straddle stretch is because I don't have that tendon in my right leg anymore. Which would make things a bit looser. That realization took me three weeks, even though the tendon has been part of my new ACL since St. Patrick's Day 2005. Clearly I need to eat more before my workouts. To be sure the brain keeps working.
Office. I've spent the last couple of weeks looking for a loveseat to put in my new office. It needs a couch for lounging and also visitors. My requirements are simple. It needs to be fairly small, it should be clean and not smelly and it needs to cost less than $100. I don't even care what color/pattern/fabric it is. I've done the garage sale thing for two weeks with no luck, though I did find a coffee table, a really cool window and some rolling pins (including a marble one for $4!!!). I skipped one weekend, and that was apparently the cool garage sale weekend. So many couches available the weekend I didn't do any hunting.
Anyway, I decided that I was going about this whole couch hunt all wrong. I didn't have a place for a couch, my office was still only halfway unpacked. So this afternoon I took my gymsweat-caked body to my new office and finished unpacking. The only thing I have to do now is hang pictures, diplomas, important awards, etc. on the walls. And now it is quite clear that there is a space that is hungering for a loveseat. It needs a couch to be complete. So Universe, if you're listening, there's a space for a loveseat, it's all ready. All it needs it the sofa.
I call it the Vacuum Theory of Interior Design. It's like the Vacuum Theory of Economics a young man once explained to me in a bar. I was young myself at that point, so this was a peer thing, not a mentor-y thing. And also possibly an attempt at a pick-up-y thing. "Nature abhors a vacuum, right? So I figure if I spend all the money in my checking account, more money will flow in to fill that vacuum. Right?" Right, buddy. Buy me another Bailey's.
But just in case he was right, there's a loveseat-shaped vacuum in my new office.
Posted by sally at July 10, 2007 09:48 PM
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