this is the life
I drive my father to his exercise class every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning. If I haven't slept at his house the night before, I need to leave my apartment by 7:15 a.m. to pick them up, stop at the Three Tarts bakery for a Julius Meinl coffee for Iwona and a pastry for the old man, and get them to exercise with enough time to get a good spot and change into his gym shoes (one of which still has an ungainly theft-control tag that the moron who sold him the shoes forgot to remove untold years ago; I laugh every time I look at it).
I have a session with a personal trainer every Tuesday morning at 8:00 a.m. My gym is up near my father's house, so if I haven't slept at his night before (which I rarely do on Monday nights so I can complete my recovery from the weekend), I need to leave my apartment by 6:45 a.m. I've learned the hard way that there is very little room for dawdling if I want to have even a few minutes on the elliptical rider to warm up first.
So Thursday is the only weekday that I potentially don't have to watch the clock in the morning, except for the general goal of getting to the office not too long after 9:00 a.m., when clients may start calling. Some Thursdays, though, I've set up a medical appointment for the old man or, far less often, myself. And some Thursdays, I wake up at his place, although I prefer a schedule that spreads out my nights at home more evenly through the week.
Today is one of those maybe-two-per-month Thursdays when I can move at my own pace. I love this:
* I've burned a few CDs to top off a box for one friend to deliver to another friend in Boston.
* I've gone through my schlep bag to remove the stuff that's been going back and forth for a few days.
* I'm paying a little more attention to the BBC news on TV - they keep teasing us with the prospect of an update on Castro's health.
* I'm thinking about how I'll stop at Whole Foods on the way and pick up lunch at the salad bar, to break the monotony of the sliced turkey and cheese I bought at the deli on Monday, and how I'll stroll up the cosmetics aisles and maybe treat myself to some sale item I'll probably never use.
* I consider gassing up the car, before it goes up another ten cents per gallon.
* I'm writing this, even though I spent most of my shower thinking I was going to discontinue this blog (my posts are so monotonous and predictable (like me), and there's no evidence that anyone's still reading - there're even some indications that they're not).
* I'd like to steam some broccoli to augment my lunch today and tomorrow, but I don't see that happening - it's just a bit too dutiful, even on a leisurely morning like this one.
Yikes! It's 7:20! I'd better get dressed, so I can get to Whole Foods soon after they open at 8:00. But that still leaves me almost half an hour to get ready.
-- 1360
I have a session with a personal trainer every Tuesday morning at 8:00 a.m. My gym is up near my father's house, so if I haven't slept at his night before (which I rarely do on Monday nights so I can complete my recovery from the weekend), I need to leave my apartment by 6:45 a.m. I've learned the hard way that there is very little room for dawdling if I want to have even a few minutes on the elliptical rider to warm up first.
So Thursday is the only weekday that I potentially don't have to watch the clock in the morning, except for the general goal of getting to the office not too long after 9:00 a.m., when clients may start calling. Some Thursdays, though, I've set up a medical appointment for the old man or, far less often, myself. And some Thursdays, I wake up at his place, although I prefer a schedule that spreads out my nights at home more evenly through the week.
Today is one of those maybe-two-per-month Thursdays when I can move at my own pace. I love this:
* I've burned a few CDs to top off a box for one friend to deliver to another friend in Boston.
* I've gone through my schlep bag to remove the stuff that's been going back and forth for a few days.
* I'm paying a little more attention to the BBC news on TV - they keep teasing us with the prospect of an update on Castro's health.
* I'm thinking about how I'll stop at Whole Foods on the way and pick up lunch at the salad bar, to break the monotony of the sliced turkey and cheese I bought at the deli on Monday, and how I'll stroll up the cosmetics aisles and maybe treat myself to some sale item I'll probably never use.
* I consider gassing up the car, before it goes up another ten cents per gallon.
* I'm writing this, even though I spent most of my shower thinking I was going to discontinue this blog (my posts are so monotonous and predictable (like me), and there's no evidence that anyone's still reading - there're even some indications that they're not).
* I'd like to steam some broccoli to augment my lunch today and tomorrow, but I don't see that happening - it's just a bit too dutiful, even on a leisurely morning like this one.
Yikes! It's 7:20! I'd better get dressed, so I can get to Whole Foods soon after they open at 8:00. But that still leaves me almost half an hour to get ready.
-- 1360
posted by lsg at 5/24/2007 07:06:00 AM
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