Yes I know that is the title of a book or movie or both. I’m not trying to steal it or anything.
Whenever I get new shoes, any type of shoes, if I’m going to have any sort of problem with the shoes, blisters, rubbing, hurting, you get the idea. The worst of it will be on my left foot. Always.
My left foot hates shoes.
It must be that my cold is hanging on, but I am having trouble sleeping which makes me cranky. Some other things happened to make me annoyed today also.
Right now I can only remember one. When I broke the screen to my iPhone I bought a case (actually 2 but one was cheap and I threw it away). A very pretty purple case that slides on the top and bottom so you can put it on a dock without taking the case off. Today I noticed that it is breaking. It upsets me because I paid a lot of money for it.
Zagg has cases, so I went online, they were having a sale today, on invisibleSHIELD, ZAGGsmartbuds, and ZAGGsparq. Not cases though, sigh. Since the smartbuds Tigger got me are defective I ordered a pair of them, with the discount code from the Twitter sale, I don’t know why since I’ll be getting my money back, but I had to pay full price for a new case. No shipping though, but they didn’t have any pretty purple ones. This also upsets me.
The case is necessarily because I am notoriously rough on my electronics.
That is all, says she.
Obviously not this one. Another blog I had that I was doing nothing on. I think I started it because I was having problems with my Yankee blog and started it to ‘save’ the posts.
After I deleted the blog I got this message from WordPress:
Thank you for using WordPress.com, your blog has been deleted. Happy trails to you until we meet again.
Not to worry WordPress, I have 5 other blogs with you.
Today I went to work, yesterday I stayed home sick, either a cold (which is what I truly think it was) or bad allergies. So for most of the I lounged around in bed, had a lazy day. When I got hungry I realized I had to go out because there is very little food in my apartment. Of course I wanted Mac N Cheese, which meant that first I had to go to a store to buy a pan so I could make dinner. While I was there I picked up some other things I need. Then to the grocery store, and I bought all the boxes of gluten-free mac-n-cheese (well what if they stop carrying it?). When I got home I made some and ate it (not all, I put some away for lunches). Then I turned the game on to watch the Yankees lose (well I didn’t want to watch them lose, but that’s what happened).
Work was going fine, Jean came in and asked if I had heard anything about lay-offs. Noooooo, I really wasn’t thinking about lay-offs. Apparently people were notified by e-mail, I don’t know if that is even legal. 16 from my department. 1 from our Region. Not me, I have avoided detection by the powers that be once again. The big boss invited everyone to happy hour, or as she changed it to after the everything that happened, “Solidarity Hour”. I wasn’t going to go because it was raining, then it stopped and so I went. Had a relatively nice time (I mean it was work people, not my usual crowd). On the way I stopped at the Asian restaurant on the corner and got some spring rolls and steamed dumplings. Pretty good I thought.
Since yesterday was the last game of the regular season and tomorrow starts the ALDS tonight I updated my page of Yankee Records, check it out if you get a chance.
That’s all, says she.
but I have decided not to stress about it. I was moving for one, getting settled in, and I got sick. First a cold, then today all day I have been feeling like I was going to throw up. So bad that I decided to just stay home tonight even though it was supposed to be my first night at church.
Sitting here watching the Yankee game and live blogging, I realize I need a lamp, this half of the apartment gets rather dark at night. I didn’t realize it until I was spending the evenings here. I just wonder where I am going to put a lamp.
Has two locked doors to get in the building, between the doors are the mailboxes, which are also locked.
The stairs up to the fourth floor are narrow. The door to my apartment has two locks.
There is a fire escape. I feel like a real New Yorker in a typical Manhattan apartment.
more cleaning, more packing, more feeling like crap.
It is so hard to think about what to take and what to leave, what you need and what you don’t, and what to do with the stuff you don’t need.
The stress is building, so I just keep reminding myself of the benefits of moving, the shorter commute, my own space. More sleep, more sleep, more sleep.
instead of writing a blog post I went upstairs to watch the game. So now instead of being ahead of the number of posts I need to catch up I have fallen behind again.
Part of the problem is trying to balance everything, cleaning (which involves deciding what to take and what to get rid of), packing (what can I pack now and what do I need), with all the things I want to keep up, watching baseball and typing blog posts. So when I get asked to go upstairs to watch that means everything get pushed back and messed up and it kind of annoys me. I could say no, but I don’t ….
Pretty soon, my time will be my own, I will be able to spend all evening on my computer if I want all by myself. Can’t wait.
Last night I went to sleep, I was thinking I would sleep for an hour or so, I wanted to write about going to Manhattan and the High Sock benefit. I didn’t wake up in a hour or two, I woke up about an hour ago and since I have to go to church in 30 minutes have no time to write now.
When I get home, if I can convince everybody to leave me alone ….. then I will get some writing done. Hopefully, I will be back later today.
These stairs are in the local park. The don’t actually go nowhere, they go to the top of the hill. But there’s nothing there. Just the top of the hill. It is a big flat expanse of grass. It could have at one time been the site of some kind of building and if I wasn’t lazy I would do some research into it.
But I am, so I won’t.
Thursday, 18 July 2013
May 21, 2008
NYT > THE CITY
Belleza
just a (transplanted) city girl 