This Is All That

I’m now irritated with a Craigslist seller who indicated that she would sell me some kitchen stuff this evening, then when I called to get her address, she made it clear that she’d said that to a few people, and whoever got to her house first could have the stuff.  Lady!  I am not going out of my way in an after-work exhausted stupor to come pick up some item that you may or may not have when I get there!  Holy crap!  Maybe someone will drop everything and run over there, but not me.  It wasn’t that cheap.

See, this is why I end up paying full price at Target for ubiquitous Craigslist items like microwaves.  I don’t want to jump through unnecessary hoops.

After two weekends in a row with multiple car loads to Kansas City, we’ve cleared most of the duplicate stuff out of the house and into Tracy’s apartment.  My couch is at the upholsterer’s, and our living room looks normal again, at least until tomorrow, when we pick up some furniture from my aunt’s house.  We’re really not that far from the big move.

The Painting Party at the apartment went well on Saturday.  We did the walls and then the doors, because I started to worry that painting the crown molding would clash with the white ceiling, and no way was I painting a textured ceiling, because I’m not an idiot.  When we were done with the walls and doors, the trim looked fine enough so we left it alone.  Well, the color looked fine.  It probably could use a coat just to cover the chips and scratches and whatever else.  Anyway, it was a fun party and took most of the day, and we got some other things repaired and cleaned while we were there.  We managed to finish up just in time to get some dinner and then most of us headed back to Columbia.

This week, I am mostly focusing on photography stuff.  Photo club is next week, and I’m supposed to get to do a presentation with my California pictures.  As I have not even finished them, let alone put together the presentation, I’ve got my work cut out for me.  Then next weekend, I have two shoots.  And a wedding after that!  And then a vacation out of state, and then another wedding after that!  Then Tracy moves!  And then it’s already July!

I’m not a fan of how summer weekends manage to get away from me like that.  I like lazy summers.  I hope I get some lazy summer, although of course that out-of-state vacation is a beach trip, so I do get to start off the summer on the beach.  I shouldn’t really complain.  I would just like to get most of my photography processing done as quickly as possible this year, rather than spending every waking moment on it like I seemed to have to do last summer.  Months and months, it seemed.  It was no fun.

When I work on photos, I watch television shows.  I’ve finished The X-Files, Veronica Mars, Rescue Me, and Carnivale this way, plus a rewatch of Lost season 1, and then a bunch of movies, and now I’m almost done with Twin Peaks.  I’m supposed to start Northern Exposure next, I think.  That should probably take me through most of the summer.

I am still working on my diet.  I have managed continual success, though it’s certainly taken a much longer time to lose the last 15 pounds than it did to lose the first 10 pounds.  I do believe that it’s starting to sink in that this shouldn’t be a diet so much as a lifestyle change.  After almost a year doing the regular gym thing, I think that it has sunk in that that is a real lifestyle change, but I keep catching myself hoping that I can binge again with no repercussions, and that’s problematic.  I know that’s not possible.  I guess my goal is that eventually I would like to quit journaling every piece of food that goes in my mouth, and I’ll just have a good sense of how many calories I’m imbibing and know when to stop.  Part of this whole process was just learning how many calories are in everything I eat, which I had never really considered before.  I do have a problem with letting myself eat more than I’m supposed to eat on weekends, which then turns into multiple days of eating more instead of just that one day.  It’s a very slippery slope, like an alcoholic who thinks, “I’ll just have one!” and then ends up on a bender.  (Am I really comparing alcholism and overeating?  No, not really, though I believe there are certainly some similarities in terms of behavior.)

And I guess this is where I am in mid-May, 2009, age 31.  Wow, injecting the date and my age into this made it totally depressing.  Oh well!