Nothing much to report on this last Friday in August so I thought I’d just wing it and write at random about my recent goings-on. Here’s a great blog cartoon that is very fitting for such a monotonous post:
Let’s begin with mornings at our house. They are beginning to remind me of a television sitcom. Every day around 6:45 AM the door opens and in walks Gary and Tim, the construction workers who’ve shared our space for roughly 30 hours a week for the last month. I wave hello, offer them breakfast and ask how they’re doing. Then a day of hilarity ensues, although I’m pretty sure it’s funnier for them than it is for us. This is one sitcom that I hope soon gets the axe because I think we’re all ready to move on to bigger and better things.
Your first question right about now should be, ‘Why on earth is this taking so LONG??’ to which I reply, ‘because for every step forward that we take, two steps are taken back.’ We are finding out the hard way that having work done on an old house means you’re pretty much guaranteed to uncover an underlying disaster that needs fixed. I can’t remember if I mentioned that upon fixing the cracked pipe in the basement they discovered that all of the wood surrounding our half-bath toilet is rotten. It appears that an improper seal and leak under the linoleum is the culprit.
Me to Contractor: ‘Can’t the floor in the half-bath wait a while?’ Contractor’s response: ‘Only if you want to sit on your toilet one minute and the next, find yourself wiping your behind from the floor below.’ Ah, but let’s forget about all of that for a moment and keep the good thoughts alive, shall we?
Today is the first day that I am seeing progress on the inside. While trying to ignore the thin layer of dust that covers every inch of my home, I was surprised when the guys called me in to look at the vanity, cabinet and fresh paint job that had been completed last night. I stood quietly for a moment, then said ‘Do you have any idea what this means? I can stop using a shoe rack on the back of the bathroom door to put my makeup and toiletries in!’ and with that, I walked right by them and wrapped my arms around the tall, 4 shelf cabinet. They did exactly as I’d predicted by witnessing this goofball move: they asked if my cabinet and I needed some privacy.
In other news, I took my 5th yoga class on Wednesday. I have been diligent with my water intake and my breathing during poses and am proud to say that my headaches are less frequent, but I have to be extremely diligent about it. I must be sensitive because if I’m not doing either one adequately, I feel like crap after class. Now, I just need to grab hold of my inner strength (once I find it) let go of Beginner’s Yoga One and move on to Yoga 1.5.
And finally, my weight: I have kept to my promise of not weighing, and I’m glad. With the stress of my disaster-of-a-house I haven’t needed the additional strain. And I’m glad to say that I haven’t needed to weigh-in, anyway. My shorts – the ones that were feeling uncomfortable and tight – are now less snug. I’m moving in the right direction and that’s all I need to know. I’m sure a weigh-in will happen at some point but for now, I’m enjoying the freedom from the tethers of that scale. I can’t remember the last time I relied on my body to tell me how I should feel instead of that scale. I like the feeling; I really do.
Thanks for reading this week, everyone. Before I go, allow me to introduce a new addition to our backyard:
She’s taken on the job of keeping watch over the frogs and fish that swim downstream. Doesn’t she look like an official ‘serenity now’ mascot? I need to think of a good name for her, but so far have come up empty. Any suggestions?
Have a great weekend.