Small Victories

Caved a little on the diet this morning. BUT... instead of going to McDonalds I went to Starbucks. I ordered oatmeal instead of a wrap or breakfast sandwich or scone. I ordered a drip coffee instead of a latte so that I could control what went into it. Those who know me and the embarrassing amounts of sugar added to coffee should be impressed- I only used 3 sugar packets. Completely unheard of!

Hard

So I decided today that when Ron is gone, the hard things are harder.  Day to day life is okay.  I can handle that no problem.  But anything out of the norm, anything a little harder to handle- Well, it's just that much harder without my silent support system by my side.

(Lest anyone should worry, I will tell you.  My current hard thing is the healthy eating challenge we are doing at boot camp.  Not a big deal really.  But it seems harder this time through (we did it last spring also) with Ron away on travel at the same time.)

Car Dealers

At the Honda dealer this morning (very excited to have a table to work on AND electricity).  One of the service advisors came out to talk to someone about their car.  "I've got good news and bad news...". I find it interesting that we are given our diagnosis in such a public forum. Everyone in the room knows what's wrong with that guy's car. And he must know that everyone is listening to find out if he's going to say yes to the $370 repair.  How much does he love his car?  Will he do the right thing or will he make it suffer?  I wonder if there have been studies done to show that repair shop customers are more likely to approve all suggested repairs when notified in a public forum rather than a private conference. Hmm...

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In other news... our car was given a good report.  The airbag light was caused by a faulty seatbelt sensor which will be replaced by Honda.  The mysterious thunk remains a mystery but everything looked good when they had it up on the rack.  My bill was only $31.  So nice!  Also, I have to say that the Honda dealer here has a much nicer waiting room than the Toyota dealer.  Couches, chairs, mulitple televisions on different channels, and tables if you'd like to be able to do work.  All that AND electricity for my laptop.  Cool.

Focus

I've lost my focus.  Rats!  I knew it was coming but I was trying to ignore the inevitable.  I've been busy lately and decided it was time to pull out my planner and start using it again.  Writing things down has always helped me, now more than ever as my brain ages and my ability to remember anything for more than 2 seconds shrivels.  I struggle with maintaining forward momentum in anything more challenging than lying like a lump on the couch.  I have had 4 very productive days this week.  Probably an all-time record even.  But alas, my streak has come to an end.  I have a list.  I have time (2 more hours until school gets out!).  I have no focus.  None.  Not even a tiny little bit.  I could blame the weather (it's cold and rainy today).  Unfortunately it probably isn't the weather's fault, at least not entirely.  It's just my fate.  I am doomed to live in my sloth-like state forever.  So sad.

A writing dilemma

I have been thinking that I would like to post more often on my blog.  What's that?  You can't imagine how I could possibly consider posting more than once a year?  How would I ever fit it in?  I don't know either so I suppose that is part of the problem.  The other part of the problem seems to be a case of blog-writer's-block.  I do enjoy writing.  I even once upon a time wanted to be a writer when I grow up.  However, it seems I will most likely not ever actually grow up so the fact that I may not really be all that fantastic of a writer is thankfully irrelevant.  In the meantime though, I do enjoy having these amazing (Hahaha! That's a good one! Amazing! Hahaha!) posts to look back on as time has passed so in order to be able to look back, I must first create in the present.

Keep your fingers crossed that it is not another six months before I return.

(There.  That wasn't so bad.  Boring as heck but easily typed out.  Maybe there's hope after all.  And who ever said I had to have a point or a subject sentence in order to write?)