Our huge kitchen remodel project completed one year and one day ago.
We’ve had three, count ’em three, problems with the new kitchen in the last couple of weeks. Two in the last two days. Today’s involves an appliance.
Are you fucking kidding me? One year? I’ve heard of planned obsolescence and shit, but one year?
I drove to Hampton Beach this morning. I left way too early and got there half an hour before the sun came up. It was 45 degrees out. I froze my ass off.
It was also a waste of time.
The sky was perfectly clear all the way there. Just before I arrived I saw a band of clouds moving in… right at the horizon… completely blocking the sunrise. Damn it.
I was going to stop at a few other places on the way home but I was too annoyed by mother nature. I did finish a roll of film though, and I just placed an order with thedarkroom.com and I packaged it all up and it’s all ready to go. I just need to get to the post office. That probably won’t happen until Tuesday.
For now… here are some digital pics of the cool waves and the no sun. Sorry.
See what I mean about the clouds?
The sun was up at this point.
I had the entire Atlantic ocean to myself before this guy came along. There was probably room enough for both of us… probably.
I didn’t think that failing at the Audible app was a thing. You know Audible, right? Basically it’s Amazon’s audiobook subscription service?.
I didn’t think there would be a way to straight up fail at using the app, but you know what? That audiobook that I just downloaded is most definitely in German, not English.
Fail, indeed.
I took a film camera to my dad’s. I was going to stop at a spot on the Concord River on the way home.
When I left dad’s it was raining.
Because of course it was raining. Of course.
Motivation… I just can’t…
What is wrong with me?
I keep coming up with ideas for creative things to do and I keep failing to do them. I can’t even get myself to start them, never mind finish them. What the hell, Robert?
Did I get up early and go to the ocean to take pictures? No, of course not. Don’t be fucking ridiculous. I slept three hours past the alarm. Of course I did.
DoI play the guitar every day? Do I play the guitar once a week? Don’t be stupid.
Did I plant peanuts? Did I make sugar free ice cream? Am I going to do either? Don’t be stupid, of course not.
Literally the only thing I can bring myself to do as far as projects are concerned is watch the fucking television. I’d say I was going to melt my brain but clearly it’s already been completely liquified.
How can it be? History really seems to be repeating itself.
My beloved Boston Bruins are choking again. AGAIN!
THEY ARE CHOKING AGAIN!
I only saw the first period last night and to my untrained eye they sure looked pretty lifeless, as Toronto was outshooting them at one point 11 to 1. The score at the start of the third period was 1-0 Toronto, which given what I saw seemed miraculous, and the final was 2-1 Leafs.
I can’t believe it is happening again.
Game seven is Saturday. My confidence level is squarely at zero right now.
Again… again. Ugh.
I made the decision last night before going to bed. I was going to sleep a little late and skip today’s running. I just knew I didn’t have a 30 minute trot around the neighborhood in me. My legs were still sore from almost 48 hours before, I was stone dead tired all day yesterday, I just wanted to wake up an hour or so late and go down cellar and watch Star Trek Strange New Worlds and just not worry about running. I did the running in place thing (pronounced yogging) instead so my exercise ring is closed.
So in other words, I feel like a total failure today. That’s nice.
Where do we go from here? I am not sure. I should do a run tomorrow and get myself back on track. Instead, I might give myself another day and then get back to it on Saturday. I am also considering going back two trainings and instead of doing week three, run two, I would do week two, run three. Week three, run one kicked my ass so thoroughly I feel like I need to build back up to it and then try it again. We’ll see.
I don’t think I am ready to quit yet. I ain’t no quitter, but… maybe in a few days I will be. I don’t know. We will have to wait and see how complete a failure I end up being.
I got up early today so I could get my faux jogging (yogging) in and still have time for car music. Then I looked outside and it was snowing, and the snow was sticking, and I’m not going out for a drive in the snow.
Well doesn’t that just suck ass.
That last post? Forget it.
The roll came out of the canister completely. It broke? I rewound until it stopped resisting, opened the back, and the roll was still around the spool, disconnected from the can.
Fuck.
I wasn’t going to write about this until it was all over at some point in the far off future, but I’m going to fail at it the way I fail at most things so why not share?
On Monday November 8th I viewed an orientation video for weight loss surgery at Lowell General Hospital. I spoke to my insurance company to make sure the procedure would be covered and I submitted a form to request an initial appointment. The form said to expect a response in five business days. That was six business days ago.
Sure it’s only one day over… I’m sure they are just busy. I’m sure it’s not the universe trying to convince me to wuss out and not mutilate myself in the name of healthier living. I’m sure I’ll be fine the way I am, right up until the heart attack ends me before I’m sixty.
Fuck.
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