random thoughts - Day 2,010 (Wednesday) - sleep and sequins

An experiment has been underway this week. Instead of keeping the alarm at the old workday wakeup setting of 6:15 and then hitting snooze three or four times before finally getting out of bed, the clock has been set to 6:30. Then, when it goes off, if I'm still tired, the 'stop' button is tapped and whenever I wake up next is when I wake up. The wakeup times under the new process have been in the 7:15 to 8:00 territory. With no job in sight, it feels less important to adhere to the discipline of a (no longer relevant) morning schedule established to get up, drink coffee, relax, and get to a desk to be logged in for 8:30.

More brown than
orange, but still good.

The sleeping later part has been great, but it has led to broken routines and the day feeling shorter. This morning, when I opened Wordle, it was a welcome message instead of a streak tally because I forgot to play on Tuesday. Today, it's back to a win streak of one. Ugh.

Mom and I took a spontaneous trip to Amherst, NH this afternoon to a consignment store we like. The leaves along the ride are beginning to change. The consignment shop was loaded with Christmas decorations, but we were there because I wanted to look at some kitchen stools pictured on the website. On the website they looked orange, but in real life they are brown. It's not bad, just less exciting than I envisioned. I sat in them. Wandered around. Looked at other things. 

Despite the color difference, I bought them because the price was great, they are the right height, the earthy color still works in the kitchen, and they are much more comfortable than the shaky metal stools with wood seats that constantly need tightening. Luckily, they fit in the back of the Jeep and I was able to take them home right away. Now it is more likely that I will eat at the kitchen counter instead of on the brand new couch. 

Sequins and denim.

We visited a multiple vendor antiques market on the way home and saw some nice reproduction furniture, bona fide antiques, and modified more recent items. There was a creepy sad clown painting, lots of china and dishware, crystal, military items, vinyl records, books, and tons more. 

My eye was caught, as usual, by sparkly things in the form of flowers made of sequins. There was a denim jacket and jeans heavily embellished with sequin flowers. They really could have jazzed up denim days in the office. If it had been the right size, and if I wanted to start a career as a country singer or queen of the rodeo or something, I might have shelled out the cash. For now, I'll keep the sequins confined to the belly dance costumes.