Central Park

Central Park

Thursday, March 13, 2014

An early dispensation

Well, my Lenten promise hasn't fared too well this week. On Sunday, as has happened more than once in the last couple months, I became pretty sick. Like, no appetite for days sick. When moving makes you more sick, morale does not improve if there's nothing to do but stare at your cat.

He'd be pretty if he'd let me wipe the goop from his eyes.

So, I've given myself a sick dispensation (that's allowed, right?) and taken to Netflix while preparing dinner, and social media while watching basketball and eating my dinner. But, to make up for it (and to figure out why I'm keep getting sick/to attempt to get better), I've given up gluten, dairy and alcohol.

I would take wine over the internet any day. Trust me on this. You know what Wine Wednesday is without wine? It's a freaking Wednesday. 

My dinner every night this week. Not that I'm complaining.

But if a diet consisting of nothing but fruit, peanut butter and avocados fails to make me feel better, the answer may lie in my gall bladder, a tiny organ no longer possessed by several members of my family. In which case, I ask for some intentions that I win the billion dollar bracket next month. I could get so many gall bladders taken out of me if I won that. 

Friday, March 7, 2014

Song on Repeat

I know I'm not the only one of my friends who does this, but I enjoy listening to the same song, on repeat, for long periods of time. If you've never tried it, do. Start with Adele's "One and Only." It's a very cathartic experience.

With no internet outside of work, I need to rely more on my limited iTunes collection. Because I can listen to the same songs all the time, it's not much of a problem. I've been rotating two songs very heavily in the past week, but this is my newest favorite.

Yes, Hunter Hayes is basically the male Taylor Swift. I'm actually pretty sure that several of his songs are about Taylor Swift. When I first heard him, I thought he was a Canadian "American Idol"-type show winner. But it turns out he's been doing this forever and once played at the White House for President Clinton. So, validated.

Anyway, this song is incredibly uplifting. It speaks to what I wrote about yesterday - namely, enjoying life as it happens. I highly recommend it.

Thursday, March 6, 2014


People spend nearly all of their time moving in ways they don't need to control consciously: breathing, blinking, swallowing, etc. We came into the world knowing how to do those things. Other movements have become so common that we no longer have to consider them. Feet on the sidewalk. Fingers on a keyboard. Once upon a time, I would have listed front crawl and flutter kick.

Last night, I realized I have another unconscious movement, something I do without even thinking about: thumb on a touchscreen.

Which brings us to Lent. I don't know about yours, but if my ashes had been a Pokemon, they were most definitely Squirtle.