to-do list
There’s an Urban Outfitters store near my job. I don’t really like to buy clothes there, but their book selection is always fun to browse. The store is also about a mile walk from my desk, so I really like to stop by on my lunch break when it’s not 103 degrees outside. (That means late November through March here in Texas.) Last time I was there I bought the book, to-do list by Sasha Cagen. The book is a compilation of random, anonymous lists that were submitted to the author. It has pictures of actual people’s grocery lists, lists of life goals, lists of ex-lovers,...
Read Moreit’s bean a while
For various reasons I have been eating out a lot this week. Various reasons include (1) Long John Silver’s was sort of on my way home from work, (2) Lean Cuisine frozen pizza was too hard to cook on a weeknight, (3) Sago is a good way to celebrate Tuesday. I love to eat out, but when I do, I miss cooking and spending time at home in the kitchen. Plus, it’s rough on the pocketbook. Today I decided to get reacquainted with the kitchen by cooking salmon, bean salad, and corn on the cob for dinner. I stopped by Central Market (also rough on the pocketbook) this afternoon and got...
Read MorePacking boxes
I’m getting my own place in September and in advance of the move I’ve started cleaning out my room. Getting rid of the junk mail, old pieces of dental floss, movie ticket stubs, extra buttons and all the other flotsam that accumulates in the corners of my life when I’m busy. So far I have filled two Hefty bags with junk and I am glad to be rid of the waste. This is always the easiest part of moving: clearing out the obvious trash. Other things are more difficult to sort. For the past several weeks I have been meaning to pack up my bookshelf, but somehow I keep putting it...
Read MoreHappy Place
I have a doctor’s appointment today. A ladyparts doctor. Yikes. This is far from my first gyno visit– I should be used to this by now. And even though my doctor is the best uterus mechanic I’ve ever met, I still get a little uneasy when it’s time to put on the tiny paper gown and put my feet in the stirrups. So when that time comes, I will just imagine that I am here: Tweet
Read More