Writer's Block
I didn't write yesterday, and came close to not writing today. My head is just full of rants, and I don't so much feel like posting a rant, so that's leaving me with little to say. Writing out rants -- and I'm full of them in here -- will only make me feel more angry and unsettled, and won't solve anything. So I'm trying to put them aside. I'll see if I can write about something happy.
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Well, you knew that was coming.
It's been a very rainy couple of days, with a definite chill yesterday, but warmer today. Today felt like a summer rainy day except, of course, that it was still dark at 7 am, and is pretty dark now, at 6.20. So that's pretty strange. I did go out this morning to do a variety of things, and I felt that crocs were not the wisest choice in this weather, so I wore sneakers, which were not so comfortable.
When I got home, I put on these Birkenstocks that I had ordered from QVC that came yesterday; I wanted to wear them around the house to see if I could adjust to them. And the answer is no, so they're packed up and ready to go back, which I'll do on Tuesday after school when I take my box to be shipped to the hotel at DisneyWorld. Yes, folks, it's getting closer. According to my desktop widget, 10 days, 6 hours, 37 minutes, and the seconds are ticking down. I keep tweaking my already packed bags in the living room. What will I forget? My money's on bras, because I keep alternating between two bra styles that I have and both of them are really hurting my shoulders these days, but I'm going to have to remember to pick one and pack a few at some point, lest I end up with the one I happen to be wearing on the plane to last me the whole five days. Did you know that our government, in its wisdom, recommends that you not wear underwire bras when flying, so they don't set off the metal detectors? Yeah, not a pretty sight, I'm thinking. Pass.
I still have to vacuum in the morning and wash the kitchen floor, but other than that, my meager cleaning is done. So I guess I did have a busy-ish day. Looks like a quiet tomorrow, although R will probably come by, since she's got to do her laundry sometime. (And somewhere.)
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I am not NOT wearing an underwire on a plane. I don't care if I do set off the metal detector -- my bosom is far too large to squeeze into a no-wire bra. Bleccch.
ReplyDeleteI have a couple of pairs of Birks, and find that usually they're all I can wear when I need to walk around a lot. But then I haven't had my own pair of Crocs for long, which require no breaking-in period. I never had to break in my Birks, but then I have very easy-going (although wide) feet. If you're used to Crocs, Birks aren't gonna cut it for you.
The government, in its wisdom or lack thereof, does not seem to know that modern underwires are not made of metal. I don't think it's plastic; I think it's a kind of hard nylon. I don't go outdoors without one; one bad pothole and I'd lose an eye...
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