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June 16, 2005
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Instead of spending the day beating my head against the wall, as I have been for the last couple weeks, I spent the morning going through my email, and identifying projects and deadlines. I got through 3 or 4 months of email, and identified 12 projects, three of them with deadlines, and two of them with active naggers.
Unfortunately, two of the three deadline projects are due next week, which is all a little too exciting. But I feel a little more able to cope. And I went through and identified steps in the most important of the two deadline projects.
I am only on chapter two of Getting Things Done. As usual, the thing about reading 10 books at a time is that you really don't make a lot of progress in any of them.
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I decided, since I'm a walker, and walking is what I do, that I ought to actually do some walking. How crazy is that? I decided that I would walk to the Grand Central on Hawthorne from work for lunch. So I did. It took me a half hour, so, I ended up burning a little more than an hours lunch, but it was very pleasant, and I got to have this week's favorite sandwich, the Bistro Ham. Yum.
Then, I biked home from work for the first time in I don't know how long. It went really well! It took me 35 minutes, so ten minutes longer than going to work, and I did end up getting off the bike once, but only once. Pretty damn cool! Not that I'm ready to do Providence Bridge Pedal, but then, that's two months off. I am so very pleased.
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This morning, I was hoping to walk into work, but as has been lately the case, I dozed on the couch sitting straight up this morning. Pathetic. I don't even remember sweetie leaving. Yikes. I did eventually get my act together, showering, popping the world's largest zit (right on my chin, ugh), and making chilaquiles, before scooting in.
I woke up during a super-disturbing dream. I had some fatal disease and I was going to die soon. Oh, and I was contagious. Cool huh? There was something about the scooter (it was fine), and then at one point I was in the bathroom putting some miracle hair remover on my chin and mustache, while my father stood outside, yelling at me for taking so long. (Dad never yelled at me in real life) Why I was removing the hair on my chin and mustache when I was about to die, I don't know (and I feel like I've made my peace with my hairy southern-european face, so, umm, huh?). Oh, and outside, the snow was four and a half feet deep!
Outside of the scooter and my pathetic super-slow jock-like activities, things have been feeling fairly futile lately. Will I manage to make anyone happy at work, nonetheless myself? Will I ever get the yard into shape—like Sisyphus, knowing that once I get it into shape, it will just rain and I'll be back at the beginning? Etc. And even jockwise, will I ever get faster, stronger, fitter? It's all a bit overwhelming.
Posted at June 16, 2005
Comments
The bike is looking very fetching!! :)
Posted by: Nancy Toby at June 16, 2005 4:43 PM
Lookit, just the fact that somebody at your work offered to take on some of your task to lighten your load, that alone tells me that you've made somebody happy. People don't do that for jackasses. Also, gardening, it's a "thing". I'm just learning this myself, but it goes much better if you take a Taoist approach. What is, is. It sounds silly, but you're never ever done. It's either your hobby, and you enjoy it for what it is, or it's the bane of your existence. My experience? There is no in between. Finally, can you feel me turning green with envy staring at that picture of the girly-girl pink bike with the pink flowers on that adorable basket, my god, I could swoon. Positively. Swoon. xoxo Mia
Posted by: Mia at June 16, 2005 5:24 PM