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If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

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April 18, 2005

no whining! permalink

I will call this entry no whining! because I'm hoping I can manage that! I am feeling better this morning. I can't control what I can't control. And me, I'm doing the best I can. Every mistake is a chance to learn. I've got a lot of learning to do!

In my continuing effort to make an effort, I bought some new makeup yesterday, which I put on this morning. Waterproof mascara is one item, given that I learned that my old mascara runs in both rain and tears. We'll see how this stuff works out, but I was kinda excited to put it on this morning, like I was playing dressup.

Does anyone else feel like they're playing at being an adult?

I would have liked to have done a lot of yardwork yesterday, but the weather really wasn't cooperating. But I did go out in the rain and prune the rosebush back by the garden gate. This thing grows incredibly fast (and completely covers the gate to the backyard), so it's a struggle keeping up with it (note to self: read the label about how big the bush grows, and then use that information in planting).

I've had some awful housefever lately. My dad built houses when I was a kid, so we were always moving, and for most of my adult life, I found I really wanted to move when I was having big issues with something. I've been totally in minor house-hunting mode for the last couple weeks, not even really realizing that it might be a portent of something else going on.

I've also felt like the window of opportunity to buy a different house has passed. Portland's real estate market continues to skyrocket. My house is now worth 4 times what I paid for it. However, I don't feel like I would earn enough from my house to be able to buy a house anywhere else in Portland.

Case in point, there's a cottage that I always pass and think is very cute. It's pratically at the corner of a major arterial and another big street. Its property taxes are more than I pay for my mortgage! They want 650 thousand for it. Oh... my... g-d!

Anyways, it's all becoming clearer. I need a change and I feel stuck. Now what?

But, let me end this all on a positive note. I've noticed that on the Kymco mailing list, that folks talk about the Dink, which I'm guessing is the Taiwanese name for the Bet & Win 250. Well, when the Columbia Scooter guys were going through all the stuff with me, in the seat compartment was a manual... for the 250 Grand Dink! I am the owner of a Grand Dink! Finally a name as dorky as the scooter itself! I hope it dries off a little bit so I can ride it...

Posted at April 18, 2005

Comments

LOL! A Grand Dink owner! You can hear the drivers of "other" scooters complaining "Those damn Grand Dink drivers! They thing they're all of that!" :D

Posted by: Jon in Michigan at April 19, 2005 6:25 AM

Oh my goodness, VJ, my friend always makes fun of me because she says I'm such a little kid. Anytime I have to do anything "adult" like, I just totally shut down - marriage, kids, buying a home, paying bills, being responsible - it all exhausts me! And it's not a charming, Peter Pan kind of quality, either, it's totally neurotic. So, uh, yeah, I'm always playing dress up! - Mia

Posted by: mia at April 19, 2005 6:59 AM

I used to move a lot and understand the feeling. Maybe you can get a new haircut or highlights or something? It gives that change of life feeling while also falling into the "making an effort" category. Sounds silly, but sometimes it helps.

Posted by: Tricia at April 19, 2005 9:17 AM

Oops; I just read your entry about getting your hair done. I can't do uncomfortable shoes or real makeup, either. Every now and then I'll feel like I should make more of an effort, and then I recall what I think makes a woman attractive, which is comfort in her skin, not pointy heels or eye shadow, so I feel better about my style (or lack thereof).

Posted by: Tricia at April 19, 2005 9:23 AM