No news on the job front. Yes, it has been a week. Why yes, I am imagining the worst case. How perceptive of you.
I'm also completely over the winter thing. It's been in the twenties all week. Not horrible, but still too nippy for me. Knowing there are at least ten weeks of miserable cold and snow left is depressing. This is when I start planning spontanious trips to sunny beaches. I never go, but I plan. I surf for deals. I think about which of my friends would run away with me for a weekend cruise in the sun.
I've never been on a cruise before. I think a nice three day trip would be fantastic. I don't even care where, as long as I can sit on a deck chair in the sun and read. I hear there are 12 step meetings every day on cruises. That would help me deal with the endless buffets. Anyone want to meet me in Florida for a three-day trip to somewhere?
It's Wednesday and I need a weekend already. Tough week at work.
So I've been doing a bit of escapism shopping. During a hallway conversation at work Monday I realized this could be the year I go back to bicycle riding. Last time I rode a bike I was too heavy. It was four blocks to the park and I had to stand up on ride back. It wasn't a soreness because I hadn't rode for a while, it was pain because no one should put that much weight on such a tiny sensitive area. I was simply too fat to ride.
As kid I rode all the time. I was about 13 when they built a river bike trail from my home town to a field by the roller rink two cities over. I rode that trail almost everyday, often more than once. Not only was the ride beautiful and away from traffic, it was a taste of freedom. If I couldn't get a friend to go I rode it on my own.
I had a refurbished Schwinn ten-speed. I loved that bike. My parents bought it from a neighbor boy and fixed it up. They let me choose from that year's official Schwinn paint colors and bought the matching handle bar tape. My dad took it apart, cleaned it, replaced parts as needed, painted it a metallic blue and put it back together. It was steel and heavy as two of my friend's bikes. I loved my John Deere banana seat bike too, but my ten-speed was beautiful and grownup. (Yes, John Deere made bike from '73-'75 according to this site. Here's a picture on ebay. Check out the yellow daisies on the saddle.)
I didn't take the ten-speed to college. I got a one-speed back-pedal breaking bike and tricked it out with flowered basket, tassels, bell, spoke beads and a half milk crate on the back. I once found a note in my basket after parking it in a huge bike lot by the quad. A friend who had never seen my bike wrote that she knew it was my bike because it couldn't possible be anyone else's.
I want a new bike. I want to ride for fun. There is a bike trail through my neighborhood that leads to the head of the Great Western Bike Trail, a converted railroad track. I want to ride with my nephew. I don't know if this is the year or not. I can't remember what I weighed the last time I tried. I've lost 75 pounds from my highest weight, but I'm still morbidly obese. I'm hopeful and scared at the same time.
So I'm shopping online for a bicycle in January. I'll have to put a hoist in my one car garage to store a bike when I get one. On recommendation I'm looking at Electra (warning flash site). Here are some on a local bike shop's site. I could revisit the daisy theme, but unfortunately the funky bikes are all 1 or 3 speeds and I'm pretty sure I should get at least a 7 speed. So if I buy a bike this year, it will likely be the hazy lilac townie model pictured above. Don't worry, I'm sure it will look great once I put a basket and some tassels on it.
Yesterday I bought a new refrigerator, range and microwave hood from Sears. Delivery is set for February 4. Friday I got a check for my half of a clump of stocks my sister spent 18 months tracking down and jumping through hoops to sell. Rather than pissing it away in general overspending I’m putting it into my home.
The range that came with my condo is an old Roper with a built in microwave that didn’t work at time of purchase. The thing is so old it has actual buttons and knobs. The light over the range is lousy too. The stove itself doesn’t self-ignite well. I’ve learned to fan the burner gently to help it catch. This delayed flame often results in a mini fireball. Now that I’m cooking more it has been getting on my nerve. I bought a double oven (gas, of course) with the continuous grates for sliding pans from one to another. Handy feature since my cookware is getting beastly heavy; I got a cast iron frying pan for x-mas and my all-clad stainless sauté is wrist-bending.
The current refrigerator is of undetermined age. It tends to freeze the refrigerator section (yes, I have lowered the temperature, it isn’t stable). If I hadn’t gotten this unexpected money I wouldn’t change it yet. The worst thing I can say about it is that it is loud. Part of its cycle sounds like Darth Vader. It can’t be very efficient with that racket. I bought a bottom freezer. I came close to buying a French door model, but the fit was pretty tight so I worried about the right door opening all the way. In the end it wasn’t worth the extra $300 and uncertainty. I don’t plan to attach the ice maker. The water is terrible and come directly from the street into the kitchen. I plan to install a reverse osmosis unit under the kitchen sink for drinking water. I’ll continue to use ice trays; I don’t use much anyway.
Now I just need to get a plumber out to replace the main valve in my neighbor’s crawlspace so I can get my kitchen sink connections fixed, so I can finally get a working dishwasher.
I think I’m almost as excited about the new appliances as I am to finally have access to clean out the massive mat of pet hair the previous owner certainly left for me underneath. I’m still finding pet hair in my wash machine (I know, eeish).
I also finished reading a good book on Saturday, Tolstoy Lied, A Love Story. I’m still mulling it over, maybe I’ll talk about it tomorrow.
Last night I picked up the newly released Pretty in Pink (Everything’s Duckie Edition) from Target. I’ve been waiting for this for 20 years. The DVD was supposed to have the original ending where Duckie (Jon Cryer) gets the girl. Instead it was a feature explaining how and why they change the ending in favor of rich stupid Blane (Andrew “Blinky” McCarthy*). Apparently if Robert Downey Jr. had been cast for the role Duckie would have gotten the girl, but since Molly Ringwald didn’t think Cryer was cute there was no chemistry. Apparently acting as if there was chemistry was too much of a stretch. They didn’t show the completed scene, just showed some behind-the-scenes footage while filming and talked about it a lot. If you ever wondered why McCarthy’s hair looked so bad in the final scenes, it was a wig. He had shaved his head for a play when they shot the revised ending.
It was cool to hear the cast and crew perspectives of how and why. I still feel a little gypped. I wanted to see the scene. But I’m attempting to take the disappointment with calm. I don’t want to be one of the rabid fans who still accost Cryer and share their indignant rage that he was cast aside. After all, it was twenty years ago and truly, Duckie didn’t win Andie, but he won this misfit’s heart.
* I've always described McCarthy as blinky when trying to define why he bugs the crap out of me. Watching some of the special features last night it occurred to me that he doesn't blink so much as unblink. He opens both eyes bigger, like nostril flaring two inches too high.
I must get to the dentist for a long overdue checkup/cleaning. It’s been hovering in my guilty zone of procrastination for almost a year now. I forgot to schedule an appointment the last time I was there so I never got around to calling even though they send me postcard reminders every couple months. The longer I wait the more freaked I get that they will find horrible things which will lead to root canal procedures, crowns, and eventually dentures. Logically I know that going sooner rather than later would reduce the pain, but I freak out and ignore it instead. I vow to floss everyday for a month before calling for an appointment. Why is flossing such a problem? I hate the pink in the sink and feel ashamed when I bleed rivers during a cleaning.
I have a horror of smelling. My mom often told me I smelled like a fat person. She complained how smelly my dad is; that when he slept all the garlic and smelly foods he’d eaten came out of his skin. Then I was told I was just like him. Nice. This horror extends to breath. I eat a lot of onion and I guess stuff with garlic in it. Without sweet, savory becomes all. I brush my teeth after lunch everyday and try not to eat onion for lunch when I have afternoon meetings, but I’m not sure it helps.
What reminded me of all this? Flea’s oldest asked her why butts smell which reminded me of an observation from Monkey a couple months ago. Monkey and I were playing on the floor (he likes to flop onto my belly, like stage diving). He smelled my breath, pointed to my mouth and said, “Poo.” My sister thought it was hilarious, me not so much. I asked sis if my breath was consistently bad and was told no. He has never said it again, so I assume I had eaten something stinky. Out of the mouths of babes right? Still, the incident fuels my paranoia, which in turn should push me to going to the dentist immediately. Surely tartar buildup and potential cavities add to stinky breath.
I’m not making resolutions, but I have two short term goals for January, see my dentist and my optometrist. Last night I had a dream about wearing my first pair of glasses from eighth grade. The ones with tape on one hinge from a skating accident (I still have the scar).