Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Again, I Don't Want to Jinx Myself, But...

...yesterday was the first "all-clear" day on the southern front, if you know what I mean. And, if you don't then read back a few posts to the one wherein I complain about the ravages of perimenopause.

I'm relatively certain that this is just a lull in the storm, but, after 22 or 23 straight days of "rain",
I'll take what I can get.

Any port in a storm, y'all.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

I Don't Want to Jinx Myself, But...

...I haven't missed a day of exercise in over three weeks.

I know! That stupid bucket list item might actually get checked off this time!

Or, I just jinxed myself and I'll now lose all momentum and desire to achieve the goal.

Time will tell.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Analysis of the Empty Nest, Weeks One Through Three

Soooo, how's that float trip down the River Denial, Chelle?

Great! Thanks for asking!

Three weeks into this experiment and I am still convinced that the Man-Cub is going to come whistling through the door at any moment.

I also have to remind myself to refrain from filling my cart with Little Debbie snack cakes, Cheese Balls, and Mountain Dew when I am at the Hellmouth.

At least three times a day, I think about what to make for dinner and have to gently inform myself that it doesn't matter if we have Hamburger Helper in the pantry or not because Hugh and I don't eat Hamburger Helper right now, so, why the hell would my mind automatically go to Hamburger Helper? Or, tacos, for that matter.

On the bright side, I have enjoyed the extra few hours that I get on Sundays, hours that I used to spend doing the Cub's laundry, especially this time of year, when his football uniform would require weekly attention.

Well, actually, I washed his football jersey just today, but, that is only because, no matter how many times I drape it artfully across his headboard, Guinness pulls it back onto the middle of the bed and cuddles into it like a baby bird into a nest.



Which, further serves to remind me that, in fact, my nest is empty.

I guess the cat is as much in denial as I am.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

My Ovaries May Be Dust...

...but my uterus is plenty moist. Also, I hate the word moist, but, for lack of a better, even more disgusting word, moist will do.

See, I have been expelling the contents of said uterus for 21 straight days. Twenty. One. Straight.

The Good Doctor warned me that the old girl wouldn't play nice after the endometrial biopsy, but, I thought she meant that it would just, I don't know, close up shop or something. But, nooooo, apparently "not playing nice" means that she will weep for her lost youth on the daily, making me hyper vigilant about the use of feminine hygiene products and more selective about the underwear that I choose each day.

For the record, I miss my "nice" undies and I have a brand new respect for the utilitarian nature of the granny panty.

Sigh.

Still not resorting to artificial hormones. Not gonna do it. This too shall pass and all that jazz.

But, for fuck's sake. 21 days.

Sheesh.

Friday, September 15, 2017

A Bonus Favorite on This Friday

I had a surprise visitor today...


...it's my Mikey!

He's home for the weekend, just in time for the Homecoming game, which, now that I think about it, is probably why they call it Homecoming.

Whatevah! I'm just happy to see him and to get to spend some time with him.

Ironically, I had a surprise for him, too; I arranged to get his #16 jersey from the football coach and was able to hand it over to him today.

This was my most favorite thing all week.

Friday Favorites: Baltimore Edition

I got back from my business trip at 10:30 last night and I am struggling a bit to readjust to the time change, so, this will be a brief post (I slept in a bit and I have to get to work. This week is neverending!).

Despite the business nature of the trip, I found it quite enjoyable. In fact, I would love to go back on a purely recreational trip, with my camera; there were sooo many awesome architectural details that I would have loved to photograph and really didn't have the ability to capture adequately with the camera on my cell phone.

If I am to ever go back, I would like to stay in the inner harbor area, which is where the conference was held. The location is central to a lot of the attractions that Baltimore has to offer, including the aquarium and ballpark. The area has been extensively revitalized, and, one of my favorite things was the way that the city used the old power plant building, installing shops and restaurants, including Phillips Seafood, where I had one of the best meals of the trip (and, no, it wasn't seafood; we all know how I feel about eating from the sea. Bleah!).


The Barnes and Noble was perhaps the coolest book store I have ever ventured into, and, I've been to a lot of bookstores.


The interior was amazing, with two floors of literary goodness to explore, and, the use of the old brick and industrial surfaces was unique and inviting.


I wanted to splurge on collector editions of some of my favorites, but, with my suitcase already on the heavier side, I reigned myself in. Sad face. Like, seriously.


I did pick up a couple of thinner reads, including this manual for perfecting my skill set around the hexing of my enemies.


I'm really looking forward to casually leaving it on my desk at work.

The walk between our hotel and the power plant building was only a few blocks long, and, it took us along the harbor, where we got to check out the locals and the local wildlife, including this guy, who seemed to be saying "What the hell are you looking at?".


I like his attitude.

I also like the fact that I got all of my 10,000 steps (and some) in each day, despite being in sessions from 8:30-4:30. The stairs up Federal Hill were an awesome challenge, and, the view from the top of the hill could not be beat.


I also spent some time each day on the treadmill in the fitness center of the hotel, which, overlooked the harbor, presenting a gorgeous view of the city at night, and which I neglected to photograph because I was, you know, on a treadmill. Still a favorite, though.

So, yes, I would definitely return to Baltimore.

But, for now, I must return to my office; four days away equals five meelion emails and phone calls to return, I'm sure.

TGIF, indeed.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

In Which We Get All Artsy Fartsy On You

Today's conference sessions were interesting and engaging; I actually felt some enthusiasm for my chosen profession again, and, frankly, that hasn't happened in a while.

Oh, I'll be over it by tomorrow, but, let's enjoy the moment, shall we?

Anyhoodle, after the sessions were completed for the day, we boarded a shuttle to a local museum to fawn over art created by mental patients.

What's that? No, I'm being completely serious.

The American Visionary Art Museum houses a collection of textile art that is both fun and funky, and, according to the local woman who organized the event, the work of artists with mental health challenges. I think that's pretty cool.


The art itself is likewise cool, and, it is displayed in unexpected ways and places, including sidewalk art that is truly amazing.




The larger pieces of the collection were equally impressive; a hot air balloon, a massive pink poodle, an iron guitar "stork", building an iron nest, a smaller iron peacock, and a massive jeweled egg were among my favorites.






My most favorite piece was a duplicate of the Eiffel Tower, made completely out of wine corks. Because, who doesn't want to save enough wine corks to build a giant Eiffel Tower?



No one, that's who.

And, since I want to eventually re-create this ode to modern architecture, I need to ramp up my wine cork saving game. Luckily, these ladies were on hand to help get me started.



Only several thousand more to go!