Seems counter intuitive to me that the website NaBloPoMo doesn’t have a subject suggested for something to write about today. If I’m to blog every day for a month, weekends count. At least they do in my virtual world.
Because the well is dry, because the words aren’t flowing so easily today, I thought I’d take NaBloPoMo up on their offer of suggesting a topic to write about. I’d not use their topics before, but, because the well is dry…I took a look and they suggested a wordless weekend. I don’t think so.
So this is how the day went today:
Woke at 345 to take John to his running event, a half marathon. The guy did alright!
417 a.m. Headed over to the Kapahulu Safeway for seltzer water. I also got new potatoes, apple bananas, Granny Smith apples, and slicing tomatoes, 2-liter diet cola, 2-liter zero cola. I put a seltzer, and the two different bottles on the belt with everything else and tell the check-out clerk that I have eight seltzers (four for $5). I get home and I had seven. I think he kept the one he ran through eight times, because only the two colas were in a bag. I was a little bummed about that but it’s all of $1.25 and I can’t beat myself over that uncaffeinated moment.
445 a.m. I went home and went back to sleep for a few more hours and then went back to Kapiolani Park to find John.
830 a.m. After one spin around, I parked and saw him as soon as I started walking. It was a cheerful ride home and he was pointing out to me Honolulu Marathon Clinic participants as I drove home. I love it when he has a good run.
10 a.m. After making fried rice for breakfast, I cleaned up the kitchen.
12 p.m. I started editing copy for work in my new Microsoft Office 2010 software. A few pages deep into it I saved the document, deciding to finish it tomorrow at work. I lost it. I have no idea but I did. Thankfully, when I go over the copy, I usually remember the edits I made. My publisher might not agree, but I’ll be sure that I do.
230 p.m. So after this stream-of-consciousness, socially unedifying entry, I will start dinner. There’s a special request for the short ribs again. When I get the meal in the oven,
4ish p.m. I’ll do some Spinervals on the bicycle trainer.
Part of our conversation was how I’ll probably be riding alone on the weekends until after the marathon. Maybe I’ll get to hook up and draft or take a pull with my some of my bicycle friends. My legs are missing the adventure, my mind the contemplation.
Happened to me at another market — while unloading the bags at home, I go, “where are those ak-mak (i.e., cardboard) crackers??” It was on the receipt, but not in the bag. Not in the car, either. Months prior to that, however, I got a box of Tazo tea that I neither selected nor paid for. It all evens out.