Some Days I Read

You know the type? Things are very far from how you thought they might be. Nothing catastrophic or awful, just way off-track.

After I dropped Zach off at work, I called the doctor to get an appointment for him, because he’s had some odd breathing issues. He says it feels like the air is too thick and he can’t inhale enough or exhale completely. It’s happened a couple of times during the past month and was kind of bad yesterday. They were able to get him in quickly – 9:15. So I had a little time to kill. Fortunately, I was prepared with the book I’m currently reading (M.C. Beaton’s The Quiche of Death) and my car is quite comfortable, so I hung out and read for half an hour.

Got him to the doctor’s and back to work and then I headed to the grocery store to pick up his prescriptions (inhalers – his lungs are a bit irritated). I should have been prepared. Every single time I go to the pharmacy, the prescriptions aren’t ready. It doesn’t matter if they were sent over an hour earlier or five. Sure enough, they weren’t filled. It would be about 30 minutes, she said. Fine. I wander around and pick up a few things we need. That only occupied 15 minutes. So I parked in the shade and read some more of my book.

I headed back in, and no, it’s not been filled. She asks if I have an insurance card. No, we don’t have insurance. She comments on the very high price of the prescriptions. The first is $57. Yes, I knew that was about what it would be. The second, more important inhaler, is $202. Oh joy. At first I tell her to fill them anyway. Then I told her to hold off. I called the doctor’s office and had it sent over to Costco. That will save us something.

I finally arrive at home nearly four hours after leaving this morning. Sigh. I had almost nothing planned besides being at home and getting things done. So in the name of productivity, I popped a pizza in the oven for lunch, read my book while eating, and then played Mario Kart with my oldest son. If you’re going to blow your day, go all the way, right?

Somebody got new shades!

On a very happy note, I had a massage in the afternoon, so after a time, I was off again. When I was done there and incredibly relaxed, I realized that the errands I still had to do (pick up prescriptions at Costco, pick up son at his job, stop by Barnes & Noble) were all wonky, as was the time in which to do them. They were scattered far and wide across our fair city. So I went to B&N for a bit and then picked up Zach. We headed up the road to get his prescription, with a stop at Sonic for some cold beverage goodness, as we were both quite thirsty. This took longer than necessary, courtesy of the ugly, messy traffic.

At last, we make it to Costco. This should be easy, right? Zip in, get the rx, pay for it, and leave. Yeah, not so much. It seems that they’ve received the prescription (late this morning, it’s now after 5:30), however, it hasn’t been filled. I need to go talk to someone else. Becca. To the other end to chat with Becca. She and her coworker are quite busy, though (apparently they were short-handed that morning), so I just stand there for a little while until she can break free. The other tech says it’s because he’s a new patient there, so she pulls out his rx, the two inhalers, and some papers, and tosses them in a basket for Becca. I fill out the appropriate form for her and she gives me the scoop on how much this is going to cost. A lot, but less than the grocery store. I tell her that’s fine and assume that I can now sign and pay for them and leave.

Silly me. Now they’ll actually fill it (the inhalers are IN the basket) and it should only take about 20 more minutes.

Awesome.

I’m supposed to be leaving my house in 20 minutes and I haven’t even made it home yet. This is not looking so good. So Zach and I sit on a bench and I read more of my book. It’s my first Agatha Raisin novel and I think I’m beginning to enjoy it. We’ll see.

I did feel the need to apologize to Becca, as I came across a bit impatient flustered when she told me it would only be about another 20 minutes. She was gracious, forgiving me, and letting me know that it appeared the prescriptions were filled. Yippee.

Back to the “Pick Up Prescriptions Here” line to wait behind a couple of other people.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Not so sure I’ll make it to the service tonight.

At last. Our turn. Show the Costco card, sign the screen thingy, pay with the debit card, get the meds, and leave. Of course not. It couldn’t possibly be that easy or quick. It seems that a pharmacist would like to consult with Zach about his meds. Okay, fine.

Over to yet another window to wait for yet another turn. The very nice lady gave us the scoop and at last, we were free to leave. With filled prescriptions!

By the time we got home and I got my stuff ready, I would’ve been at least half an hour late for the Wednesday night service. Sooooo…I guess not. Looks like I’m staying home after all.

Perhaps I’ll read my book.

Purging of the Stuff

Between going through so much stuff in our house for the August Minimalist Game and just thinking a lot about what I do and how I spend my time, I’m recognizing some new thought processes which I think will serve me well going forward.

As I came across supplies I’d purchased for some sort of art/craft project to make for gifts, I began a list so that perhaps I could get some of these made in time for Christmas. Maybe this year, even. But then I looked at what I’d written (only 2 things so far):

  1. Scarves
  2. Ornaments

It occurred to me that maybe the women in my life have enough scarves. I, too, have plenty, but don’t wear that many nor do I wear them that often. Yet, I’m always drawn to them. I’m attracted by the cool colored and textured yarns with which I might make more scarves. Never mind that it’s a challenge for me to crochet due to carpel tunnel-type issues. I have a poncho which I started that will take me quite some time because I can only crochet when I’m not in pain (neck, shoulder, arm, elbow, wrist, and/or hand), so that already limits my crochet-ability and then only when that painlessness coincides with some time to sit and do it. Therefore, I suspect it will take me 3-5 years to finish the poncho for myself.

But I still see awesome yarn at a good price and buy it. What a foolish thing to do.

Pretty sure I should scratch Scarves from the blackboard.

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The above image has nothing to do with anything, except perhaps the chaos of my life because of the things I obtain and allow to suffocate my thought life and space.

Ornaments – Now these might be okay. Maybe people would like more ornaments for their trees. But then again, maybe not. Perhaps it’s because I’m at a point in my life where most of the people I exchange gifts with or would give a gift of an ornament are old enough to have more than enough. Do they really need yet another ornament? I only wanted to make them because it looked like a sort of cool project. And it probably is. Something about shredding up crayons and melting them inside of clear glass ornaments. Maybe this should be passed on for my niece. Or maybe it just needs to go away altogether with the August Minimalist Game. Or whatever. Just out of my house and off my list.

Making gifts can be fun and wonderful but it has to be something which the recipient would really appreciate and enjoy (in my opinion, anyway). It can’t just be because I thought it looked like fun or was cute or cool or whatever. There are plenty of projects to be done that are fun, cute, cool, or whatever. But that doesn’t mean I have to be the one to do them. Especially if it will cause me further pain or just be added clutter to whomever I might gift it.

This is the kind of thinking that goes deeper than just looking at stuff and wondering if I like/want/need it. This is the kind of thinking I need to exercise on a far more regular basis. It’s the only way that my room/studio/office will ever be relieved of the insane amount of crap and that I will have any peace here.

The Present Participle List

week 34

I just read about Cathy Zielske’s monthly Present Participle List. In essence, she makes a list of verbs and then creates a sentence or two which describe what’s going on in life during that month. It would even be cool to do it on a weekly basis, though knowing me, I couldn’t keep up with such a schedule. But I think I want to do this. I may try to do it weekly, to the best of my ability, anyway.

Here we go…not sure if this is a weekly or monthly post yet. I guess It’ll be a weekly series. For now. I guess I’ll work from Saturday through Friday. Although that’s toward the end of one week, which would make this a Week 34.7 post. Or something. Whatever.

Anticipating time with friends; Mexican food for dinner, Starbucks, and photographing old cars

Purging superfluous stuff in the August Minimalist Game

Pondering relationships, my participation (or lack thereof), life direction, getting away from Facebook

Enjoying Aura Cacia Creative Juice essential oil blend in my doTerra diffuser

Studying 1 & 2 Thessalonians in Beth Moore’s Children of the Day

Memorizing 1 Thessalonians 1

Drinking iced chai lattes and cherry dr pepper and chocolate milk and cool lime refreshers

Reading Murder on the Half Shelf by Lorna Barrett

Testing the new mattress set we bought a week ago to determine if it’s the ONE

Stalking Cathy Zielske via her blog. Well, maybe not stalking, but frittering my day away catching up on her life. No, she doesn’t know me, but I love her work, her attitude, her transparency, her creativity. Let’s just keep this between us, though, m’kay? I might scare her.

What are your present participles?

People Matter More

Remember when Carl’s Jr had the milkshake commercial where the guy shook the cow? I thought it was pretty hilarious.

This says Hardee’s, but they’re the same company. It was Carl’s Jr when I saw it.

They used to have some funny commercials.

Then they decided that the “sex sells” concept was a good one. At least I assume that’s what they thought, since that’s been their M.O. for a number of years now. I stopped eating at Carl’s Jr because I don’t care to support them in their sleazy advertising. Just a personal choice.

But Zach (my youngest son) loves their food. Granted, I like some of their food, too, but I still didn’t eat there.

Now that he’s working, I have lunch with him once a week. Carl’s Jr is the closest and fastest restaurant available. And he really likes to eat there.

So I have conceded – a little – and I eat there with him. No, I still don’t care to support them. I still think their advertising is trashy and inappropriate. But even more than that, I love my son and enjoy having lunch with him. And if he wants to eat there, I’ll go there some of the time. There are still other restaurants which we can go to, and we do. It was a little conflicting at first, but I know that he’s even more important than the few dollars I could keep away from this company.

There are certainly principles that matter and are important and should be stood upon and stood up for. But we can’t lose sight of the people in the equation, either. Just like most things in life, we have to consider all the parts and then make the best decision.

In this case, Zach is my best decision.

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BTW, this picture is actually taken at Carl’s Jr. The light was amazing so I just had to.

The Minimalist Game

So the guys over at The Minimalist posted The Minimalist Game and I thought it would be a good idea to try sometime. Especially since I’m always trying to declutter and downsize. I missed the start of the month in July, so August is it. While their game includes getting rid of said item(s) by midnight that day, I know that is entirely unrealistic for me. So I have a box into which all items will go – until it’s full anyway. I promise not to retrieve anything which goes into the box. Once it’s full, it will be donated.

Box for things to be donated in the Minimalist Game this month. Check my FB page for details. #augmingame

I plan to post pictures via Instagram to Facebook. I can’t promise daily, but at least a few a week. Hopefully. I’m sure this week will be easy. It’ll be week 2 and beyond that will get tricky. Figures, I had to pick a month with 31 days! I should’ve waited for February. Ha! Ha! Oh well, no matter how well I do, I’ll have less stuff at the end of August and that’s a very good thing.

Want to play? Come join the August Minimalist Game Facebook group. #augmingame

Oh, yeah. My first item for day 1? A photo organizer for scrapbooking which I purchased on clearance and have never used. Buh-bye.

For organizing pix to scrapbook. Bought it on clearance and have never used. Buh-bye! #augmingame

First item. #augmingame