random thoughts – Day 2,060 (Thursday) – slices

There was no oversleeping this morning and it was good to be up by 7:00. There was the new usual morning activity of coffee with Mom and the TV cowboys, then back home for domestic chores. The dishwasher was run and then emptied. The kitchen was cleaned. 

Hours (ha! most of the afternoon) were spent going though job listings and the semi-annual review of a seldom used email account to clean out old messages until I thought my eyes would bleed. I still get clusters of messages for Todd, Terrence, Terry, Terri, Timmie, Tracey, and Thomas, all of whom don't seem to know their own email addresses or a typo happened somewhere. Todd was looking at real estate in Pennsylvania, and after many days of receiving listings for lovely properties, I wrote to the realtor and told her the emails were coming to me. Poor Todd might have missed out on a dream property. Terrence signed up for a Texas political email list. Terry had a profile on a dating site and was getting a lot of attention. Terri had duplicate GED accounts which were merged. Timmie donates blood in New York City. Tracey has a 2014 Camaro and someone was trying to sell extended warranty service. Thomas and Kathryn took a Drive Safe course and their course payment receipts and completion certificates landed in my inbox. I wonder how many times I’ve mistyped my email and had messages sent to a stranger.

Morning sky drama.

It was a bright day with some morning dramatic clouds, but beyond noticing that, I have no clue what the day was like outside the confines of the house. Since August, and especially the many times driving past the state park in town, I have thought about hitting the woods for a walk. Since August, I have neglected to do so even once.

I usually think about visiting the woods when I’m in transit to something else and almost never when I’m sitting at home avoiding things or during daylight hours. It’s always a great idea at 9:00 pm, but not even a whisper of an idea at 9:00 am. Funny how that works, and also kind of pathetic, considering I live very close to two mountains (Wachusett and Watatic) and a bunch of state parks with trails. It’s just so easy to be a slug and doing stuff alone isn’t usually as much fun I try to convince myself it will be. 

Maybe once the arm issue is sorted out I’ll hit the trails. Until then, I’ll stay home and deal with my unintended slices of the lives of Todd, Terrence, Terry, Terri, Timmie, and Thomas.