hip to be square

this has been the weirdest 24 hours.
not the finding yet another co-worker who lives in North Van (which means yet another potential car-pooler). not the spending four hours sandwiched into the backseat of a Mazda to go buy underpants with Brigette, Miranda, Shan and Kimli (our superawesome chauffeur). not the finding comfortable bras which fit without accessories. not the eating the world’s second biggest burrito (the biggest being the one from Chipotle i ate while in Minnesota). not the going to bed at almost two in the morning on a Tuesday night. not the long, luxurious day at home in various states of undress playing with crafts and drinking hot, caffeinated beverages. not the crazy weather happening outside my window, complete with hail and monsoon-like rain storms. not the scalding shower i took just because i was chilly. not the phone call from my doctor’s office with my INR results. not the weird, yet fabulous, nap i had late in the afternoon.
just all of that mixed up together in the last day has made me feel… weird. it’s been inexplicably relaxing yet exciting. the adventure of crossing the border with the girls was just what i needed and i hope to do it with them again soon — just in a slightly bigger vehicle if at all possible. ;)
i’m glad that i’ve got new awesome american underpants and i’m glad i got a day to get some crafting done. i wish i’d managed to do the errands i had on my list, but there’s no reason they can’t be delayed a day or two. hell, i wish i’d cleaned my apartment and gotten more craftwork accomplished.
maybe that’s why the last day has felt so weird. i didn’t spend it worrying about getting all sorts of various shit accomplished. i just did what i was doing and let the rest go. once i got into Kimli’s car yesterday, i relinquished my ingrained need to Get Things Done. it was all up to her to get us to Bellingham and back; i was just along for the ride. i don’t often get to experience that now that i’m a grown-up with responsibilities and chores and bills and and and…
i could use that feeling a little more often.

One Thought on “not in my job description

  1. I remember being on warfarin and being *so cold all the time*. Are you experiencing that too?

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