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>How does one do it?

>Today was church and I was there. I always try to be there, I became a little slacker and now am making a concerted effort to go every week. I missed last Wednesday for a combination of reasons. So when I noticed my friend Emilia was having a rough time, other friends crowding around to support her. I wondered what was up. I got a little annoyed since it was obviously something big, like maybe a death in the family, I figured it had been announced Wednesday and no one had bothered to tell me. I racked my brain trying to remember if both her parents were alive, then I figured, oh it couldn’t be one of her family since she’s here, it must be a relative of Wayne, her husband.

After services were over I walked over to see her, everyone was hugging her and as I stood next to another friend who put her arm around me, I still had no clue. But I was the good friend and hugged her and pretended to understand and know, know what?

When Em and I were getting ready to go to the gym, she told me what had happened, “Wayne’s gone.”

Gone. Gone as in just gone. Just packed up his stuff and left Emilia and the church community and everything. They had been married for a while when I met them, over 20 years ago, they must have been married for over 30 years. They were always low key about things like their anniversary and stuff.

How does someone do that? After 30 years just pack up and leave? “Oh its been fun but I really have to go now.” “This has been a nice experiment but I don’t think it’s going to work.” “You’re a really nice person but I just don’t think we’re compatible.” “I really do love you but I don’t think I want to live with you.” After 30 years? I can’t wrap my head around this, I’m pretty sure Emilia can’t either. I mean, I don’t know how she was in private, but she was always super nice to everyone. There never seemed to be any real problems between them. Maybe that was the problem, no conflict, no excitement, maybe he just got to bored to stay.

As I was sitting here thinking about this and thinking about another person who might have lost her home, I realized that I am a horrible person. These people’s lives are falling apart and I’m complaining about my cold toes!

>On a book website that I frequent, I met a woman named Ló, we had the same taste in books and for some reason, became closer then some of the other women on the site. She was living in Brazil and frequently mentioned how hard it was for her to get books. Many times she had to pay more in shipping then the cost of the book. When I finished a book I liked but didn’t think I would re-read it, or just to make room in my crowded space, I would send it to her. She always wanted to know what I wanted back, Postcards I told her. I love postcards. So she sent me postcards from Brazil. I even posted them on this blog, here and here.

A few months back she told me she was moving, she wasn’t happy in Brazil, she and her husband were making plans to move. I was sad that I wasn’t going to be able to chat with her as often as I had been, different time zone and all. Then the week before her planed move her beloved cat died. She was very distressed by this. Yet, she remembered me and asked if I would like her to send some postcards from where she was moving to. Here is one, I got it last week.

Yes, Australia, she moved to Australia because she lived there before and was happy there. I sent her an e-mail telling her I got the cards, and that I loved frogs. She sent a reply apologizing for taking so long. Then no more e-mails, which didn’t concern me, I figured she was busy with moving and settling in and so forth. Meanwhile I watched the floods on the news, in Australia. Then it finally hit me, how close were the floods to my friend Ló? I looked at the postcards:

Queensland, then I googled Australia flooding, Queensland. Shit. I feel like such a jerk now. I am not really thoughtless, just clueless. At least that is what I keep telling myself. My niece says I am extremely self-centered. My niece is a bitch just like her mother. That is being kind.

Now I am worried about not hearing from Ló. It has been 8 days since she e-mailed me. I sincerely hope that the reason she hasn’t e-mailed me is she hasn’t had access to a computer, not anything extremely worse. But I keep thinking maybe she got swept away. I’ll never know if that happened since the only way I have of contacting her is by e-mail.

The self-hate has begun.

>It was so cold

>It was 7°F this morning, that’s -13.8°C, no I don’t just know this stuff I use a converter! You maybe wondering how cold is that?

It was so cold:

… by the time I got from my door to my car my fingers were hurting.
… by the time I finished scrapping the frost on my windshield you could have broken off my fingers.
… by the time I got from D.D. to my car my hot coffee was now iced coffee.
… by the time I drove to the gym the remaining frost was still frost.
… I washed my hair at the gym, by the time I got to my car my hair was a block of ice.
… there were reports from Connecticut of frozen titties. (credit for that goes to @alisonfaye

Some of those were made up. What outrageous things can you think of?

>Friday when I got the text from WeatherBug saying it was 9.3°F I knew that meant trouble. However since I was off work Wednesday I figured I should go to work anyway. Now I know some of you are saying 9.3°F is not sub-zero but look at it this way, it is below freezing, it’s 23° below freezing! And if we convert it to Celsius, (some of my reader’s use Celsius) it’s -12.6° which is below freezing, I am just going for an international flavor here.

To get back to what I was talking about, the next time it is that cold, I am not going to work. MetroNorth trains do not like the sub-zero temperatures. My first clue was when it was late to Beacon, come on it’s the third stop! Then the slow starts at each stop and the announcer saying, “Please walk to the open doors.” Alright, how stupid do you have to be to be told to walk to an open door to get on a train? Or is your brain just frozen? Then we had to change trains.

So I went from being a semi-happy girl snuggled up against the wall to an unhappy girl sitting between two business men. Or at least they looked like it. And with their blackberries and Wall Street Journal I was embarrassed to bring out my YA fantasy book. I don’t know why since I will probably never see them again and I am pretty sure they wouldn’t even care, maybe I should make that the topic of my next blog post.

>What was I thinking?

>When I said I was going to post everyday this year, I should have taken a moment to think first. Here it is the middle of January and I have already run out of things to say.

Seriously! How many posts can I make about the trouble with MetroNorth and what an ass**** my boss is and how the cold is affecting my skin and lungs before people’s eyes start to glaze over and they fall down dead? Well maybe not dead, I mean I hope not dead.

What really annoys me is thinking of something and wanting to write about it, but at the time I can’t, then when I get here and open my computer, …… nothing is there, the idea is gone. So take notes I think, but it never happens.

This is momentary, this will pass, if I keep writing. Rob Thomas says, keep writing, even if you know it is crap, just keep writing, the creativity will come. Hopefully, I won’t lose everyone that follows me while I’m spouting drivel.

>More snow

>Sometimes I think people have short term memory loss, because whenever it snows they act like they have never seen snow before. I want to shout, “Stop freaking out people! Its winter in New York, it snows!”

There was not as much snow here as in Connecticut. Although I would probably have not gone to work today. As it turned out, today was my regular Wednesday off, so I didn’t have to worry about it. And now I have to go to bed, because tomorrow I do have to go to work.

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>More on Today

>With all the running around Saturday I forgot to go to the library. Sunday I had to catch the train before it opened. Today someone from the library called me. It was in response to an e-mail I sent about being on the waiting list for a book I requested. Apparently since Beacon owns the book, and I am picking the book up in Beacon, that puts me on a ‘preferred list’. I’m second on that list, I will probably still have to wait a few weeks for the book, but I have all the other books I requested, which I forgot to get on Saturday.

During the course of the conversation she mentioned my books needed to be picked up today or they would be sent back. “GULP” There was no way I could get there before they closed. Even though I felt horrible today and wanted to come home early, I wasn’t sure I could get anyone to come get me or take me to the library afterwards. She did me a ‘favor’ (I think) by checking them out for me and I will just be able to pick them up tomorrow. I have a couple of theories why, one being I don’t know how much work it is for them to take the books off the shelf and send them back or two, of all the books I have requested, this is the first time I haven’t been it to get them. Anyway, hopefully I will able to get my books tomorrow.

>Yes, I am somewhat of a pessimist so I was wondering how long it would take for me to fall behind in my writing and here it is the 10th of January and I only have 8 posts for the year. I need to do better. I think part of the problem is I start thinking about all I have to do, I have to write in this blog, I have to write a review of ‘The Flight of the Sorceress’, I have to write a review of ‘Woo Lae Oak’. When I start thinking of all those things, I get a headache and have to go lie down. Excuse me for a moment.

Saturday Gwen and I went to see Yogi Bear. I didn’t really want to, but I promised her I would. It was entertaining. My mindset was that it wasn’t going to be a great movie. So I wasn’t expecting more then it was. Gwen actually helped me with that, she asked me, “Is this like Looney Tunes? A movie that’s just funny, no real plot?” And when I said yes she nodded her head, “That’s o.k., I like Looney Tunes.” I do too, except I don’t have to pay for Looney Tunes!

Sunday I went to the city to meet Em. I had made an appointment at Halo, the salt air place.

Halo Air Salt Rooms
An Alternative Treatment for Respiratory and Skin Discomforts.

There is more information on their website, click on the name Halo and you will go there. It’s a safe link, I put it there myself. I always check links before I publish my posts.

Then we went to the Korean Restaurant, Woo Lae Oak, which I had a coupon for. Very good, but very expensive. I haven’t written my review yet, it will be up hopefully within the week. Then we came home. I went to the store and Em mopped the floor which meant I had to take my boots off when I came inside and then I forgot them so this morning I had to run upstairs to leave. I still made the train but forgot my food, so I was in a pretty bad way today. Back to last night.

Fred was downloading Beatles songs. He wanted to get the whole box set, but can’t afford it right now. So he was downloading the songs, then playing them and dancing to them. In all it made for a fun end to a day that started out pretty crappy.

>It wasn’t a Saturday

>This week D and Tigger left for Vegas to attend the CES Convention, so this weekend Em is in Manhattan. All by herself until Sunday, which is tomorrow now.

Friday I left work early to meet her. Well actually I left work early cause my boss left early and I just didn’t want to stay at work anymore. So we went to the MoS, then stopped at the Heartland Brewery on 5th between 33rd and 34th before heading to 36th and Madison so she could get her nails done. Actually since I didn’t need to get my nails done I popped into the library to use the computer. I found out I was better off using my iPod Touch with their WiFi connection then the computers, they are so old and slow. Em was really annoying me at the Heartland Brewery, I was looking at the beers and drinks and she kept saying, not on my program. Then when her nails were done she called me over for a brilliant idea. Take a cab to the hotel, then go to Flute for drinks and chocolate banana. This after she was nagging me about staying on program and saying I was going to blow my weigh-in! It was all good, I doubt the Heartland Brewery has top shelf Scotch and Bourbon.

As for blowing my weigh-in, I was down 2 pounds today.
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