Week 2, day2

I felt completely unmotivated to go running today. My right knee was still aching a bit and I just didn't feel like going. But I did, and it was great. I even took Luna for the first bit like I have been doing, and she did good as well.

I felt really good running today. I was not getting tired, even at the end of my time. The only problem was my knees. Now they are KILLING me. I feel like my endurance is getting better and better, but my appendages are just not used to the pounding yet. And I need better shoes.

All in all, though. I feel really good about the run and my progress.

digital hoarding

I've been watching "Hoarders" again (sorry, but there's 40-some episodes on Netflix), and I've had a brilliant idea. It wouldn't help all forms of hoarders, but it would help the ones (maybe) who hold onto things because they don't want to lose the memories. ("If I don't have this, I'll forget this great memory.")

What if there was a company that would come in and convert all or most of your hoard into a digital format? For example, it would scan letters or documents, take pictures of items, and create notes for each thing. Then you could get rid of the actual stuff and just have a large digital hoard. It would be much more practical.

I like this idea. I may even try it with some of my own stuff, like letters and drawings from high school.

sleep-deprived musings

So, this morning between 4:00 and 4:30, my neighbors woke me up with their arguing. All I could think was, “Why? Why right now?”  I’ve thought about it and I guess here are some reasons why people would need to argue that early in the morning:

-         The house is rapidly flooding and you are arguing about whether to rescue pets or just leave them there and save yourself.

-         One person decides to move to Arizona, right then.

-         A wormhole opens up in the living room and you argue about whether to go through or not.

-         There was one spider on the bed and you are arguing about whether or not the sheets need to be changed/washed.

-         The zombie apocalypse happens, and you fight about whether to hide out in the basement or head for the hills.

-         A random goat wanders into the house, and you argue about whether or not you should keep it.

I just really don’t know why else you would get up at 4:30 a.m. and yell at each other…

Speaking of rescuing pets: After the neighbors quieted down, I was, in my sleep deprived state, wondering, “What if one of them murdered the other?” That led to thoughts of how they would cover it up, which led me to conclude that they might light the house on fire. Knowing that it would probably spread to my house, I concocted a plan to save Tink and Luna, then started worrying about my fish. I thought it would be especially cruel to let him boil to death, but I couldn’t imagine carrying him out of the house while trying to wrangle both Tink and Luna. I decided to put him in the fridge if a fire happened, hoping that it would save him and not freeze him to death.

I didn’t get much sleep last night.

Week 1, Day 1

Just finished Week 1, Day 1 of “Couch to 5k.” It’s a nine week program that will work you up to running a 5k in nine weeks. Today was my day one.

I took Luna with me for the first bit. Brisk five minute walk then alternated 60 seconds of jogging to 90 seconds of walking. Luna actually did really well with it, which is surprising because she is a horrible walker. Of course, having her along meant we had to stop and chat with people about what kind of dog she is, how old she is, how much she weighs, etc. etc.

About ten minutes in I realized that Luna is also quite out of shape, and not wanting her to overheat in the Missouri warmth, I took her home then finished the rest of my 20 minutes.

Now I’m sitting her totally sweating, but feeling quite good. 

 

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The Giant Leprechaun

Durby was a giant,

As tall as he could be.

He should have been quite short because

A leprechaun was he.

All other leprechauns his age

Laughed at him and sneered.

“You’re huge!” they shouted towards his head.

“You’re hairy and you’re weird!”

Until one day the gnomes attacked

And stole the pot of gold.

The leprechauns were all upset-

The young ones and the old.

Except the mighty Durby,

Who took up a magic horn

And waded deep into the woods.

“I’ll rescue the gold,” he’d sworn.

After eighty days and nights,

He came upon the gnomes.

He tooted on the magic horn,

And the gnomes turned into stones.

Durby found the pot of gold

And returned it to its home.

Now he is greatly loved and named,

Durby the Bane of Gnomes.

Hoarding

Josh and I have been watching “Hoarders” on Netflix, and it’s scary. Not the show… well, it’s scary too. But, no, it’s scary because I can see some of the hoarding thought patterns in myself.

What really worries me are the following ways of thinking that I have:

-         I shouldn’t get rid of something that someone has given me because that would be an insult to them, or it means that I don’t care about them.

-         I shouldn’t get rid of something if I might need to use it at some later time. Or even something that I can find a use for (like using old t-shirts for rags).

-         I shouldn’t get rid of anything that could be used by someone else (I find it nearly impossible to throw away clothes. I will donate them, but I don’t throw them away.)

-         I shouldn’t get rid of something that could be valuable. (The older something is, the harder it is for me to just get rid of it.)

-         I shouldn’t get rid of anything that has any meaning to me (which is a lot of stuff because I’m quite sentimental).

-         I shouldn’t get rid of stuff I have spent money on, even if I’m not using it. (I buy craft supplies all the time and only end up using a few of them.)

I have cards that people gave me that are over ten years old. I have a bunch of old letters from high school. I even have my planners from my junior and senior years of high school. I have my prom dress. I have sets of nice plates that are out in my garage.

I guess some of that may be normal. I mean, that’s why people have attics, right? Somewhere you can put stuff that you don’t use but that forty years from now the grandkids will discover and think it’s amazing.

There are a few things which I think have saved me from becoming overly hoard-y. One, we don’t have a lot of money, so I don’t have the opportunity to buy a lot of stuff.

Two, we move so frequently and I hate packing so much that when we move I end up getting rid of a lot of stuff just so I don’t have to pack it.

Three, I’m not a compulsive shopper. If I am happy with the way a room looks, I don’t buy anything for it. I haven’t bought a decoration for our living room in two months, and before that it was over a year.  I got a little nightlight for our bathroom a few weeks ago, but other than that, it’s been a year since I bought anything for the house.

Four, Josh keeps me from getting too crazy (in more areas than just this one.)

Five, when I see things getting out of hand, I can take action. Which probably means that I am not a real hoarder. Which, quite frankly, is a relief. 

geek freak out

"SPOILERS!"

I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT RIVER SONG IS MELODY POND - AMY AND RORY'S DAUGHTER!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

"Melody Williams... is a geography teacher. Melody Pond is a super hero."

My dilemma

I REALLY want this puppy. She's a 6-month old Saint Bernard mix at the humane society.

Pros: Cons: BUT -a new puppy!! -a friend for Luna. -saving a little dog from abandonment. -she’s adorable and not too expensive - we don’t know where we are moving to - we would have another LARGE, shedding, drooling dog. -I don’t know how Luna would react, and Tink would definitely not be happy. - Large dogs are expensive. -we already have Luna, so we will have to find a place that takes large dogs anyway -we are already used to Luna’s drool, so another dog’s drool wouldn’t be so bad - Luna needs to learn to be nice, plus this dog may turn out to be bigger than Luna; that would be good for her. And Tink would get over it; he always does. -yeah, no buts, they eat a LOT I don’t know what to do!!