|Why I oughtta....
||[Dec. 15th, 2011|03:57 pm]
My brain is so suffused with rage, an endless loop of “need to haul off and punch someone”, that I need to take a ten minute break and re-boot. (It’s not major…only I had this thing , and I had planned it perfectly, organized it, wrangled it and it was going to be complete and done hours before the deadline, so that I could leave on time and not be running like a crazyperson to the folk sing…until I found out that the ONE freaking piece I’d left up to a colleague to fill in...he forgot. Deep Breath. My rage, by the way, is completely overblown and uncalled for -- in a normal week, it might've merited an eyeroll and a sigh. But it's not a normal week, is it?)|
Anyway, so here are a few unrelated bits, carelessly stitched together with no theme.
Swimming is going well; intimidation of my lungs is still working. I got 500 yards straight yesterday without stopping for recovery. Socially speaking, I’m beginning to bond with a couple of the regulars, although I need to start learning some names, because the names I have in my head for them are probably not appropriate. There’s Moaning Myrtle, the older lady who usually winds up showering next to me, who makes the kind of noises that would make you wonder what was going on in that shower stall, exactly, but she leaves the door open, so I happen to know: nothing untoward, just a lot of sound effects. And I’m trying to be non-confrontational, but the lady who colors her hair in the mornings from time to time, giving me agita as I look down to see this brown river coming toward my feet, well, I’m really tired of having to dodge her Miss Clairol Too-Damn-Close-to-the-Color-of-Excrement Hair Color. And then yesterday I made the acquaintance of DickSmack, a new guy, at least for our time period, who apparently has confused the Beltway with the lap pool. Despite doing circular rotations within the lap lanes, sir, you don’t pass someone while moving, especially when another swimmer is coming at you head on. I yielded, which was not easy – those lanes are maybe built for two people next to each other, but there’s really not enough room for a third, even when she stops, stands on her tiptoes and sucks in her gut. But I’ve been hit in the face with a paddle before head-on and am not risking it again. I waited for an apology…but nothing. Next time…Buffchick and I are going to have a chat with him. I really have to learn these people’s names.
HA! No wonder my knees are all screwed up; my brains have leaked into them:
I remember the first time I heard a great white egret call out – beautiful, elegant, the Catherine Deneuve of the bird world (as opposed to ostriches…the Phyllis Diller’s of the bird world) and out of this lovely, graceful bird: SQUONK. Puffins moo and baby rhinos…:
Okay. I think I can cope. Critterthink always works.
yeeeaaaah, I can Rage Relate. You have my sympathies. Any other week probably would have been fine, but THIS week? The only thing saving the stupid is I spent all the bail money attempting to get all of my xmas shopping done online (since I can't seem to get away from my desk much these days).
And on your gym mates: I ask if you do find out their names that you continue to use your "in head" designations here. ;) I desperately needed that laugh. ;)
Enjoy the sing!
that's just naaaaasty. you don't colour your hair in a public shower!!!
unless she coloured her hair using some kind of temp dye and it's just washing out. but still. that's just naaaaaasty!
Oh - LOL! *hahahahahahahahahahahaha* Baby rhinos sound just like beginning band class, woodwind sectionals!