Tuesday, it's Tuesday. Tuesday. Not Monday
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susandennisThis morning's swim was so good. For the past few days there has been a very elderly Japanese couple at the pool every day. She mostly sticks to the hot tub. He, after donning a clearly very old fabric swim cap that ties under the chin, swims some laps and then gets out of the pool and does some calisthenics on the pool deck. And then swims some more.
About the second or third day that they came in, he gave me a big GOOD MORNING! And now, if I'm already swimming, he catches my eye and gives me a huge wave. There is just something so familiar about him, his cap, his wife and his wave and finally today, I realized that they used to swim at the same city pool that I did! They go to Japan for half of the year and then come back here. They must be just back and have now found LA Fitness and moved over here.
Tomorrow I will ask him to be sure. I remember his English was not great (way better, however, than Japanese) but he was so sweet and friendly. They both look like a good wind could break them but he's down on the concrete with those push ups. So cool.
I really wanted to like Making It (ABC's summer show). I've always liked Nick Offerman and the premise of people diy-ing shit is excellent. But, it just didn't Make It for me at all. The judges were stupid. Their critiques were so scripted they could have easily been written well ahead of any crafting at all. And that's just the top of the list of 42 things that were wrong with the show. I fast forwarded through the last two episodes and I gave up. The final episode is DIY wedding shit. Can't think of one single thing that could be of interest to me there. Sigh.
One day last week, I got the wildest wild hair. I was reading something about smells. The mental dots that smells connect. And that led me to remembering this great book - In My Mother's Closet; An Invitation to Remember by Eugenia Zukerman. And then my own mother's closet which I loved. And the smell of her perfume. For my entire life with her, she wore Madame Rochas which we all called Madame Roaches.
I decided to see if I could find some and treat myself to a smell. I found a reasonably priced ($12) on eBay advertised as nearly full. I don't need much. Just a whiff of Mom. It's scheduled to arrive today.
My latest Zappos shopping spree also arrives today. I'd so dearly love to find one single pair of shoes that are comfortable and easy for walking this winter. But, my severe pickiness leaves me a bit unhopeful.
I'm now on leaf countdown. The Tree That I Hate has begun its autumn. The leaves are an ugly shade of olive drab. I'm so looking forward to being able to see my neighbors in the apartment building across the street again. I don't even know if they are the same ones as were there last Spring or how they have been doing or if they've changed decor. Nothing. I am dusting off my binoculars and getting ready.
Nothing big on the agenda today - just the usual. Nice.
About the second or third day that they came in, he gave me a big GOOD MORNING! And now, if I'm already swimming, he catches my eye and gives me a huge wave. There is just something so familiar about him, his cap, his wife and his wave and finally today, I realized that they used to swim at the same city pool that I did! They go to Japan for half of the year and then come back here. They must be just back and have now found LA Fitness and moved over here.
Tomorrow I will ask him to be sure. I remember his English was not great (way better, however, than Japanese) but he was so sweet and friendly. They both look like a good wind could break them but he's down on the concrete with those push ups. So cool.
I really wanted to like Making It (ABC's summer show). I've always liked Nick Offerman and the premise of people diy-ing shit is excellent. But, it just didn't Make It for me at all. The judges were stupid. Their critiques were so scripted they could have easily been written well ahead of any crafting at all. And that's just the top of the list of 42 things that were wrong with the show. I fast forwarded through the last two episodes and I gave up. The final episode is DIY wedding shit. Can't think of one single thing that could be of interest to me there. Sigh.
One day last week, I got the wildest wild hair. I was reading something about smells. The mental dots that smells connect. And that led me to remembering this great book - In My Mother's Closet; An Invitation to Remember by Eugenia Zukerman. And then my own mother's closet which I loved. And the smell of her perfume. For my entire life with her, she wore Madame Rochas which we all called Madame Roaches.
I decided to see if I could find some and treat myself to a smell. I found a reasonably priced ($12) on eBay advertised as nearly full. I don't need much. Just a whiff of Mom. It's scheduled to arrive today.
My latest Zappos shopping spree also arrives today. I'd so dearly love to find one single pair of shoes that are comfortable and easy for walking this winter. But, my severe pickiness leaves me a bit unhopeful.
I'm now on leaf countdown. The Tree That I Hate has begun its autumn. The leaves are an ugly shade of olive drab. I'm so looking forward to being able to see my neighbors in the apartment building across the street again. I don't even know if they are the same ones as were there last Spring or how they have been doing or if they've changed decor. Nothing. I am dusting off my binoculars and getting ready.
Nothing big on the agenda today - just the usual. Nice.
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