Zeo's Thoughts and Wanderings

Well, I'm back on my walking schedule again. It was 68 degrees with 69% humidity. Yikes. I really really really need to get a shower, but the diswasher is running and I don't know if my poor little water heater can handle both at once. Hopefully the dishwasher will stop soon and I can go hose off (and play with my new razor, yay).

Then I get to scrub the kitchen floor. Whoopie. :-P

Sometimes I think being the housewife really isn't all it's cracked up to be. Then I remember being in the work force, and think, "Hey, what's scrubbing a floor once a week, after all?"

Still, it would be nice to get a paycheck for it. :-P

Today I just felt craptacular all day. Got at least some things done in the spare room, but until we get jobs and can get the bedframe in there rebuilt (a super-single waterbed frame just doesn't quite fit a double spring mattress), there's not much else I can do. I can't put out too many more of my dolls, because a) most of my shelves (I have three bookcases I bought specifically for doll display) have been commandeered by my husband for books and dvds, and b) I can't put anything on the lower three-to-five feet of the cases because those are in child-grabbing range. So, my ten boxes of dolls and doll accessories/furniture stay boxed up.

Then, I was supposed to go to meeting tonight (for those of you who don't know, I'm studying with the Jehovah's Witnesses). I felt like crap, so no go. Didn't want to stay here, either, so I got my shit together and went down to the gym. Set the tv to CSI, got on the bike, started pedaling. No one else was there. It was perfect. Then, not even five minutes there, someone else showed up. Okay, no big. She was on the treadmill, wasn't giving me no never-mind, okay. I can deal with this. Ten minutes after that, a frickin FAMILY shows up, with a three-year-old who likes to play on the treadmill. No frickin way. I don't care for kids, and when I'm in a crappy mood, I don't want to be around them. So, I finished up the pattern on the bike. By then, treadmill girl was onto some of the weight training machines. I found the pec fly machine, did a few reps, then had to leave. Just too many people in too small a space.

Thought about going for a walk, but didn't really want to. Thought about visiting my other friends in the complex, but they too have children, and I've seen enough of their kids this week. So, back to the apartment, where I tried my recipe for relaxation:

-candles
-bubble bath
-water so hot I almost can't sit in it
-ice water to drink
-dim lights
-loud music. Tonight, Evanescence

Soaked for nearly the whole cd, then rinsed off. Still feeling craptacular, but at least I got some exercise and got clean.