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I was doing so well, yesterday. I had one peanut butter cup, two biscotti with tea at work, a few small cashew cookies with my chai after getting home from work—but nothing more than that outside of my regular meals. Trust me, this is actually a marked improvement over most days.
I had one biscotti and one peanut butter cup this morning. I was committed to avoiding snacks after that. But then Shelby and Mackenzie decided they were going over to Freya Bakery and Cafe, and asked if I wanted to come along. I politely declined, but Shelby asked if I wanted anything. I said no thanks. And yet, she persisted! "Do you like sweet things?" she asked. I paused for a moment and then yes. She she'd she'd bring me back something. "I've already had some sweets today," I said, and she replied, "Well, it's Tuesday."
Admittedly, the mystery part of it was fun. What would she bring me? She brought me back a swirled pastry that was half-coated with a raspberry icing and it was fucking delicious. I guess I need to learn to stop snacking randomly around the office to begin with, so that when something like this happens I'm not just doubling up on my sweets consumption. I know I could have insisted on not accepting, but Shelby so clearly wanted to be generous and get me something. What a pain in the ass!
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There are so many things to do, and not enough time to do it! I keep thinking about the joke when the show
Portlandia premiered: "Portland is where young people go to retire." Maybe I need to move to Portland. Except I'm not young, and also I don't like Portland anywhere near as much as I love Seattle. So I'm stuck here, not retired, with not enough time to do shit!
I need to get my ass in gear for making a lifetime retrospective video for my 50th birthday. Yes, about myself. But hey, I did one each for
all three of my siblings' 50th birthdays, I can't leave myself out! That would be ridiculous. I don't know how much of a challenge it will be to find video footage of myself in
front of the camera; I'm usually behind it. I've got about forty years of home video history to cull from though, so there's that.
There are other things, too. More practical things. I need to organize the several years' worth of bill statements I have stacked on top of my filing cabinet in the bedroom. I have a recommendation on how to replace the broken hinge on one of the upper cupboards in the kitchen, which will involve emptying all the shelves inside of it and completely detatching the cupboard door first.
Maybe I should take a page out of the work playbook and actually put these tasks on my calendar. That's not a bad idea. I'm cramming my calendar with social shit all over the place. I just need to carve out the time.
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I thought about working on some of these things last night, when Shobhit was out most of the evening at a SAG-AFTRA Local Seattle board meeting. His dinner was provided there, so I had one of the two Amy's vegetarian pot pies I bought before Shobhit went to India but I never ate until now. I stopped bringing lunches to work ages ago, so I can't even remember the last time I had an Amy's pot pie. It was super tasty.
But, I needed to do the ironing of the three button-up shirts from laundry I did over the weekend. That alone took like an hour. Fuck, I hate ironing. It was so much easier when I took all my ironing to the nearby dry cleaner, but I have to admit, I'm saving a ton by not doing that anymore. Anyway, I
was productive last night.
That said, I also get sucked into other vanity projects. I created a playlist of a bunch of dance mixes of Fleetwood Mac songs, mostly from
Rumours because I'm currently reading the fabulous book
Don't Stop: Why We (Still) Love Fleetwood Mac's Rumours by Alan Light. The book is better than any of the three Fleetwood Mac books I've ready previously—two written by Mick Fleetwood himself; a relatively mediocre and overly broad biography by Mark Blake that I
read last year. Anyway, there was a chapter about modern DJs creating new takes on Fleetwood Mac songs by remixing them, and I thought it sounded fantastic. The collection of tracks I found range from pretty good to amazing, particularly a great mix of "You Make Loving Fun" that I found on YouTube.
Shobhit got home around 9:00, having walked after the meeting ended. He spent the next short while engaging me while collecting clothes and shoes needed for the photo shoot he's doing in Olympia this afternoon. It's for the play he's doing; rehearsals begin February 11. Costume fittings begin on the 2nd, which is Monday next week. But today is the first official thing of any kind on the prep for this play—
it's all starting. I'm just hoping I can get a comp ticket for opening night, or at least find out whether that's possible sooner than later. Otherwise I'll just buy a ticket, because I am committed to being there opening night.
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[posted 12:29pm]
