Experiencing a sudden
burst of energy Saturday, I decided to brave the mall to put in some walking
miles and pick up an in-store delivery I knew had to have arrived, even though
I never received a pick-up notice.
Got it!
Wonder Woman leggings
for next year’s 5K.
Items like this are
rare and go quick so, even though I’m looking ahead an entire year ─ and who
knows what can happen in a year, I couldn’t afford to let the opportunity to
add to my costume go by.
Walking in the mall
the day after the day after Thanksgiving wasn’t too bad. I did have to dodge
dawdlers, and slowed down a couple times to take photos of interesting observations.
If we have an Ugly
Sweater Contest, and IF I decide to participate (I’m fed up with winning due to
lack of others participating), I might cop this idea and put garland and lights
on my green top.
She really did shop ‘til she dropped.
Rocking around the
Christmas Tree … not. More like dawdled around it.
Shirtless ....
braless ... whatever happened to mannequin modesty?
I’ve never understood
this thing of paying hundreds of dollars for, what looks to me like, an ugly
purse.
But here they are,
lined up and standing in line to get lined up at Tory Burch ─ formerly the
location of Kate Spade’s ugly over-priced handbags, with security keeping a
close check. But to each his/her own.
Up at the crack of
dawn this morning, still feeling energetic, my goal was to get Christmas
decorations out of storage, onto the patio and on front door.
But first ...
laundry.
Actually, I started
my day before the crack of dawn, because I heard the sound of roosters crowing
off in the distance right after I started the wash cycle and was headed back to
the unit at 5:44 sharp. I also spotted Shadow leaving The Seer’s unit.
I’m not one to
gossip, I say tongue in cheek, but 5:44 is awful early in the morning for a
gentleman caller. So, one can assume it’s a sleeping over situation. I’d heard it was so on the grapevine, but this is the first I’d seen with my own eyes.
The Seer did brag,
“He’s a real man”. So, if he’s regularly sleeping over, I guess she’d know.
LOL.
As I headed up the
stairs, I heard myself say to myself it’s
not about love, it’s about codependency. But not in the normal sense of one
depending on or enabling the other. This is more like co-codependency, both
with a need to be fulfilled.
The Seer has clearly
stated she’s not happy without a man in her life. Shadow, the strong silent
type, doesn’t talk. So, I don’t know what his issue is, but it’s safe to say he
too is lonely. So two lonely souls coming together out of a mutual
need.
Oh well, whatever it
takes to get through this life or as I said before, to each his/her own.
Laundry done, I set
about pulling Christmas decorations from the back of the outdoor storage unit.
No easy task, as
there’s too much stuff in storage, but I dove in.
Inasmuch as I had to
pull containers out of the way to get to Christmas, I took it as an opportunity
to declutter ─ go through the containers, get rid of things I’ve
been holding onto but don’t need, won’t need.
Along about 10:00 I
hit what runners call “The Wall”. I’ve never been a runner but I’m familiar
with the experience of hitting the wall ─ beginning to feel fatigued and out of
energy. I sat down for a bit, had a cup of coffee, an apple with peanut butter,
got up, soldiered on, broke through the wall and, by 11:00, Christmas was out
of storage.
Shortly after noon,
Christmas was in place on the patio and front door.
Since I don’t
entertain, I decided to forego the indoor decorations this year ─ that would be
a whole nother day's work and totally unnecessary, so Christmas is done.
Tomorrow I’ll shampoo
the carpets, head out to drop off donations to Salvation Army while the carpet
dries, then it’s back to my normal routine ─ television, needlepoint, Pokémon
Go.
I may stop to pick up
a bottle of champagne on the way back, as I find I’m quite fond of the bubbly.
However, wish they sold it in smaller servings.
Saw a four-pack of small bottles of Korbel champagne at Target.
ReplyDeleteTarget, here I come.
DeleteLove the WW tights, your balcony decorations and the Santa mat!
ReplyDeleteThanks! Hopefully the decorations will once again lure in Carole Singers as they did around 2/3 years ago.
DeleteI don't believe I have ever heard someone say, 'Gee I wish I could get less champagne." Interesting. :-)
ReplyDeleteLOL. I'm not accustomed to drinking, so baby steps.
DeleteThey do, but I forget what they are called.
ReplyDeleteYes, I have way too many decorations. I will dig them out.