Reading: Blair's Nightmare

Moving: nope

Learning: I should give up on blueberries, but blackberries might do well in Denver.

Watching: televion.

25 April 2000: Two big changes

What the hell is wrong with me? Yesterday when I got home from work (bringing a large monitor box containing three copy boxes and the stinky towel), RDC suggested a walk. It was brisk day, blue and very breezy, a cool breeze, beautiful. I changed into my newest favorite dress, a thin cotton sweatshirty material but long to my ankles, and we set out. I did not bring the camera, so I don't have a picture of the pair of mallards grazing among the prairie dogs or the other pair of mallards grazing in the horse pasture. We saw flickers zipping here and there, saw the underside of their wings with full, lowering sun upon them, glinting them even brighter orange. We saw and heard magpies debating whatever it is that's worth so much of their conversation. Squirrels, dogs, horses, robins (and pigeons of course), the full contingent. It was a beautiful walk.

We came home and I began to shiver. I hadn't noticed it walking, but I'd been walking basically naked, since my cotton dress provided no protection from the wind in a stiff wind that must have lowered the wind chill considerably. Before we had supper (escolar, spinach salad, the last of the crusty French bread with roasted garlic pesto), I had put on my fleece. Directly after supper, I threw myself on the couch under a blanket and continued to shiver. I didn't warm up for ages, and for the first time in ages I just lay and watched television, anything that was on. Pretty pathetic.

And either the escolar was off or that pesto is acid-city, because we both spent a pretty miserable night.

But today I perked up again. I didn't ride to work, to be sure, but for the first time took the Broadway bus down to the used bookstores and other shops around Emerson. I had never gone there at lunch before but always prowled in downtown or the nearer bits of Capitol Hill. (Hey, Seattle! Our Capitol Hill has--guess what?--the state capitol on it! I know Seattle has an excuse, but I forget what it is.) So that was a pleasant way to while away the hour.

There are several reasons I've put my gym membership on hold. The spring weather is the main one, because who wants to be inside during all this? Plus the expense when I'd rather buy stuff for the house and garden. Plus the ellipticals were never free, not at 11 and not at noon and not at 1 and not in the middle of the afternoon. Plus the gym had caved to the country music fans who thrive in this cowtown, and I could hear KYGO through whatever I played in my Walkman. Pearl Jam over KBCO I could manage; Pearl Jam over Garth Brooks I could not.

So even if I had been in the gym that noon, there's no guarantee I would have heard the announcement on KBCO. I am pretty sure I was in that store at that moment for a reason: to hear KBCO announce that Junkies tickets would go on sale Saturday. I am all over that, particularly after last summer's oversight.

I didn't buy any books. If I had seen any of the OOP titles I'm always on the lookout for, I'd've plundered the house account for them, but even a good price on a used copy of the Complete Beatrix Potter didn't stir me. I am so good.

It was sunny walking through that neighborhood and not breezy and the doors to all the shops stood open for the air. And I froze.

This must be because my fat has melted to such an extent that I have no bodily insulation anymore. Oooh yeah.

But still I wore fleece pants and jacket to the Home Despot in the evening. I picked out color swatches. We're pretty set on a pale sage for the living and dining room and RDC has agreed to lavender in the bedroom, probably. I wandered around much of the store, fascinated as never before with plumbing and window sashes. What's happened to me?

I'm never cold and hardware is tedious. I must be possessed.