Work has been really busy lately. I know that millions around the world work 50+ hours every week without a second thought, but I’m not used to it. Not used to it yet. I feel as if I wake up, drive to work, work, drive home, eat supper, read for 15 minutes and fall asleep. That is my week-day life. So, like everyone, I really look forward to the weekend. I get to see my husband again. I get to see what my house looks like in the daylight. I get to spend time thinking about things that don’t involve numbers. It’s quite pleasant.
On Saturday Tim and I finally made it back to the gym. I don’t think I’ve mentioned this in the blog, but Tim came down with an “acute viral infection” a couple of weeks ago that landed him in the ER for 6 hours (his family practicioner was worried Tim had menningitis). It took several days before Tim felt well enough to go back to the gym. I was off my normal schedule due to the NY trip and the long work-days, so I didn’t go all last week.
It felt great to go back to the gym. I did my leg weights and the Precor. I could tell I was out-of-practice because I was sooo tired afterwards. I have reverted back to the fitness level where working out exhausts you instead of giving you energy. But I know it’ll get better.
After the gym we headed to 11th Street Precinct for some grilled pork T’s, which were delicious as always. It was a beautiful, weird fall warm day, so we took a walk along the bike path after lunch, admiring the river, the geese, the lily-pads, and the mansions overlooking River Drive. We crossed River Drive, so that we could get a better look at the houses on the way back. They are so huge and beautiful. One even has an English telephone booth (it looks like the Tartis) on the front patio.
The rich and privileged even get better moths on their grounds than do us lowly peons. Tim and I saw the most beautiful moth. Its wings had blue ovals on them that looked as if they had sunsets hidden in them. This is the closest picture I can find on Google. It was the most beautiful thing I have seen in weeks. I don’t know how people can truly believe there is no God, when beauty like that exists in the world.
Today Tim and I have been warding off the back-to-work blues. So we are making the ultimate comfort food – autumn harvest soup and double corn corn bread. Cutting up vegetables while listening to a Tim-engineered mix of Modeselektor, Radiohead, and Nightmare Revisited is my idea of a perfect Sunday.
For desert we bought some Banquet fruit pies. They were only $ 0.60, so even if they are extremely terrible, it won’t be devastating. The ingredients actually look fairly good – fruit, wheat flour, brown sugar – heck, these might even be good for us! Tim and I figure these are the perfect pies for us. We can never eat a whole pie, nor should we. These should be perfect for one piece each.
While it’s back to work tomorrow, at least we have next Saturday and Sunday to look forward to. We have no plans yet. Maybe I’ll finish my Mom painting. Maybe we’ll start on our novels. November is National Novel Writing Month. I’ve read that one should write about what one knows. Since I know very little and lead a quite, unassuming life, I’ve always believed that my life provides little fodder for writing. However, I’ve been listening to Romancing Miss Bronte on my way to work, and it’s helped me realize that having an active imagination and un-lazy mind is more important than living an adventurous life. Emily and Charlotte Bronte grew up in a parsonage and traveled very little, yet they wrote two amazing books that shattered the literary world of their time. If they could write books out of minds that were raised on fecal-laced water and rotten rice pudding, I should be able to write something worth reading on a mind raised on Iowa goodness and autumn harvest soup. Unfortunately, I lack inspiration. I enjoy the actual physical act of writing – of scratching a pen across paper, of filling up pages and pages in cool notebooks. I just need a good idea… I have 7 days to think of something.