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Done a few fun things this last week+. First up, as I mentioned before, I went to our company's summer outing, and decided to go up in a tethered balloon. That was pretty fun. Now of course I desperately want to go in a real balloon, so I'll have to start saving up for that. Maybe be a good birthday present for next year to myself!
Saw Cowboys and Aliens with Patrick last Saturday. I don't care what the reviews said, I thought it was awesome. Although it's possible that I love it from a more meta perspective. I mean, it was awfully fun seeing James Bond and Han Solo ride horsies and shoot things. And the manflesh was choice. Clancy Brown! Sam Rockwell! Practically everyone else! Mostly age-appropriate, too.
Sunday we tried to get to the Chihuly exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts, but the lines stretched out for a whole block and it was hot and sunny and Patrick had a sunburn, so we decided to bag it and got some lunch instead. Came home and I watched some baseball, then I headed out to hang with Stephen and Val. We went to the beach for a bit. I was a little sad, so I cut the visit short and came home and moped. I'm a bucket of fun sometimes!
Met with a personal trainer on Monday. It was more of a sales pitch for personal training, but it was still pretty decent as far as a workout was concerned. I was sore for three days!
Patrick and I had dinner on Tuesday at On The Border. It's a challenge to eat out, now, because I have to spend time with the internet before I order anything — checking caloric values and what counts as a portion and all of that. Kind of boring, but interesting too. I mean, portion sizes SUCK at restaurants! Way too big. It's scary to look around you and realize that this is exactly why Americans are all fat. We all eat out way too often, and our portion sizes are terrifyingly huge.
Signed up for Audible, finally. I've been listening to audio books for years, but damn, Audible is wicked easy. No ripping the CDs to mp3s and ending up with 3,000 files, no missing bits because the library CDs skipped, just click, click, on my phone instantly. Listening to the second-to-most-recent Dresden book by Jim Butcher. More importantly, is read by James Marsters. Keeping me occupied at the gym and while I drive to work. I was finding the commute left me too much time to fret, so now I am fretless.
Worked at home on Wednesday and wasn't very productive in any way, shape, or form. It was dead at work, and all the supervisors were on vacation, too, so there was no motivation to work on "projects". I didn't even do laundry, which is my usual chore on WFH days. Was going to drive into Cambridge to see Jim Butcher read at the Coop, but decided it would take too long to get in there after work and find somewhere to park — I'd probably miss it. So I skipped it and had dinner with P, instead.
Wanted to go to see William Gibson reading at the Coop on Thursday, but I guess he had a family emergency and cancelled that whole part of the tour, so alas! Very glad I called first. Two reading failures! Instead I beat myself up at the gym and did some grocery shopping.
Friday I went to the MFA. Patrick was supposed to come, but he was sick so I decided to go myself. The Dale Chihuly exhibit is ending Monday so I needed to get there before it ended. I love going to museums by myself — I don't have to go at anyone else's pace, and I don't have to irritate them by stopping every five seconds to take pictures.
So I had a good time. Wandered around a lot of the museum. Was very footsore by the end. Burned many calories!
Today I took the day off from work and took a class at the Boston Center for Adult Education. The class was called Container Gardening, but it was about everything to do with planting, really. Fun, but the woman was flake central. She had us go around the table and explain why we were there. I said something that I thought would be slightly amusing and mostly harmless, as I do. "I'm Laurie, and I have a bunch of plants and really need to learn how to care for them better. I feel bad about pruning, for example, because I think I'll hurt them" -- and ok, poor phrasing on my part, but I meant "i'll prune too much and they'll die" not "oh, their tiny nervous systems SCREAM with each application of the scissors!" but that's of course what she thought I meant, and went into a lengthy explanation that she says a little prayer to the plants when she has to cut them, and apologizes to the bugs when she has to kill them, and on and on. Hilarious! She saw me as this kindred soul for the rest of the class, and of course inside I was dying laughing.
But the class was informative and I have more confidence now (and some new random plant that she made us pot and take home). I had parked in the Boston Common Garage ($11 on weekend days, $8 because I was taking a class at BCAE), so I got to walk both to and from class through the Public Garden. I've been spending a lot more time downtown lately than I have in years, and really I'd forgotten how much I love my city. So beautiful. So walkable! Anyway, between the there and the back I clocked 40 mins walking, so I counted that as my day's exercise. Yay!
I watched the Sox kick some Yankee ass this afternoon, fetched dinner for myself, for Mom, and for Patrick, and then watched a bunch of stored-up Fringe on Tivo. A good evening. Tomorrow needs to be a little productive. But that's tomorrow.
Saw Cowboys and Aliens with Patrick last Saturday. I don't care what the reviews said, I thought it was awesome. Although it's possible that I love it from a more meta perspective. I mean, it was awfully fun seeing James Bond and Han Solo ride horsies and shoot things. And the manflesh was choice. Clancy Brown! Sam Rockwell! Practically everyone else! Mostly age-appropriate, too.
Sunday we tried to get to the Chihuly exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts, but the lines stretched out for a whole block and it was hot and sunny and Patrick had a sunburn, so we decided to bag it and got some lunch instead. Came home and I watched some baseball, then I headed out to hang with Stephen and Val. We went to the beach for a bit. I was a little sad, so I cut the visit short and came home and moped. I'm a bucket of fun sometimes!
Met with a personal trainer on Monday. It was more of a sales pitch for personal training, but it was still pretty decent as far as a workout was concerned. I was sore for three days!
Patrick and I had dinner on Tuesday at On The Border. It's a challenge to eat out, now, because I have to spend time with the internet before I order anything — checking caloric values and what counts as a portion and all of that. Kind of boring, but interesting too. I mean, portion sizes SUCK at restaurants! Way too big. It's scary to look around you and realize that this is exactly why Americans are all fat. We all eat out way too often, and our portion sizes are terrifyingly huge.
Signed up for Audible, finally. I've been listening to audio books for years, but damn, Audible is wicked easy. No ripping the CDs to mp3s and ending up with 3,000 files, no missing bits because the library CDs skipped, just click, click, on my phone instantly. Listening to the second-to-most-recent Dresden book by Jim Butcher. More importantly, is read by James Marsters. Keeping me occupied at the gym and while I drive to work. I was finding the commute left me too much time to fret, so now I am fretless.
Worked at home on Wednesday and wasn't very productive in any way, shape, or form. It was dead at work, and all the supervisors were on vacation, too, so there was no motivation to work on "projects". I didn't even do laundry, which is my usual chore on WFH days. Was going to drive into Cambridge to see Jim Butcher read at the Coop, but decided it would take too long to get in there after work and find somewhere to park — I'd probably miss it. So I skipped it and had dinner with P, instead.
Wanted to go to see William Gibson reading at the Coop on Thursday, but I guess he had a family emergency and cancelled that whole part of the tour, so alas! Very glad I called first. Two reading failures! Instead I beat myself up at the gym and did some grocery shopping.
Friday I went to the MFA. Patrick was supposed to come, but he was sick so I decided to go myself. The Dale Chihuly exhibit is ending Monday so I needed to get there before it ended. I love going to museums by myself — I don't have to go at anyone else's pace, and I don't have to irritate them by stopping every five seconds to take pictures.
So I had a good time. Wandered around a lot of the museum. Was very footsore by the end. Burned many calories!
Today I took the day off from work and took a class at the Boston Center for Adult Education. The class was called Container Gardening, but it was about everything to do with planting, really. Fun, but the woman was flake central. She had us go around the table and explain why we were there. I said something that I thought would be slightly amusing and mostly harmless, as I do. "I'm Laurie, and I have a bunch of plants and really need to learn how to care for them better. I feel bad about pruning, for example, because I think I'll hurt them" -- and ok, poor phrasing on my part, but I meant "i'll prune too much and they'll die" not "oh, their tiny nervous systems SCREAM with each application of the scissors!" but that's of course what she thought I meant, and went into a lengthy explanation that she says a little prayer to the plants when she has to cut them, and apologizes to the bugs when she has to kill them, and on and on. Hilarious! She saw me as this kindred soul for the rest of the class, and of course inside I was dying laughing.
But the class was informative and I have more confidence now (and some new random plant that she made us pot and take home). I had parked in the Boston Common Garage ($11 on weekend days, $8 because I was taking a class at BCAE), so I got to walk both to and from class through the Public Garden. I've been spending a lot more time downtown lately than I have in years, and really I'd forgotten how much I love my city. So beautiful. So walkable! Anyway, between the there and the back I clocked 40 mins walking, so I counted that as my day's exercise. Yay!
I watched the Sox kick some Yankee ass this afternoon, fetched dinner for myself, for Mom, and for Patrick, and then watched a bunch of stored-up Fringe on Tivo. A good evening. Tomorrow needs to be a little productive. But that's tomorrow.
