Better late than never, right? I woke up this morning with the writing muses swirling in my head. So many wonderful ideas were pouring forth, in that moment of calm before my preschooler was allowed to walk through the door. But then life happened, and now it’s technically Saturday morning, and I’m determined to write something anyway!
Good things this week: I am back in the gym post-surgery. Ok, let’s be honest – it’s been much longer than a month since I’ve graced the doors of an athletic facility, recovery or no. Being in the weight room is awesome. But shimmying into workout clothes and walking out the door (even though a gym resides a mere 400 feet away from said door) is not so pleasant. Luckily I have an efficacious husband who recognizes the value of exercise. We made a deal last Sunday – I will workout three times a week if he puts it on the schedule during Michael’s bedtime. Now I am very motivated.
Efficacious (adjective) = capable of having the desired result or effect; effective as a means, measure, remedy, etc.: The medicine is efficacious in stoppinga cough.
Bad things this week: Being woken up at 1:30am Wednesday morning to discover our country still under the tyranny of an anti-Colonialist, narcissistic president. I might have cried and raged into the night for an entire hour. That might have happened. Then I succumbed to sleep’s siren call and healing powers. All of Wednesday I pondered the election results. How can so many of my country-men fail to recognize the terrible plight our country is in? I was literally shocked to discover the veil covering so many eyes when reality is so black and white to me. However demoralized my day began, the feeling just wouldn’t stick around. It dawned on me that I don’t even really like Romney – and I’m actually glad he’s not going to be the one to step into the void. I had put so much energy into supporting his campaign because there was no other option and, taking a step back, it’s clear that I swept quite a few concerns into the recesses of my mind. Next time I want a truly conservative candidate. I’m tired of lowering expectations to deal with the greater evil. I am tired of settling for what the Republican machine spits out. I don’t want a lukewarm option, or a slightly better than average option, or even a good option – I want a GREAT option. And so I will trudge on for the next four years. But I don’t deserve what was voted into our country, and I refuse to accept it.
On a lighter note, I’ve decided that pants are overrated. Who wants buttons and zippers and the squeezing of internal organs? Not me. Oh no, sir, I prefer the comfort of a stretchy waist band. Which is why I am considering going “pants”-free this winter.
What about yoga pants with the stretchy waist, you ask – aren’t those excluded from your options, being part of the pant family?
And I return the question to you – can we even categorize stretchy cotton and spandex as real pants? They are the illusion of pants. Is it not perfectly acceptable to pair a dressy shirt and cute shoes with black yoga pants and still maintain one is pants-free? I might even be persuaded to combine leggings with boots and a long sweater (so long as my backside is well covered). Because everyone knows that leggings are most certainly NOT pants.
It is getting late and my husband is calling for me to shut off the computer. Me thinks that is sensible, as I am no longer sure the last paragraph is comprehensible.
A little treat from last week: Michael’s Halloween costume, Cat in the Hat:
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