Don't drink the water.
Oct. 26th, 2026 05:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
carrot_khanLast week was kinda weird. Went to the gym a few times and I'm just sore all the time. I remember some long dark painful days of high school when soccer season started up and how I'd be so sore the first couple of weeks that it hurt to walk down the hall let alone up/down the stairs (and - having a rather excessively large high school, there be lots of walking in all directions). Knowing that its (theoretically) temporary and that I'll be better off having worked through the pain - everywhere I want to be is on the otherside of this agony - it helps to keep me moving.
A co-worked got taken out on a stretcher. Heart-attack they said. I didn't know until several days after the event - when they do a "Hold in Place" over the intercom - it could be anything from "we have a busted pipe and we're cleaning up" or "There's an active shooter, stay in your rooms". Always a little nerve wracking. That was on a Tuesday, maybe? Thursday I heard about the heart-attack. Very few people knew of it and that was even more alarming - like I get that Medical Privacy is a thing - but while we're understaffed and people are just vanishing from our rosters left and right, it feels like something we should at least superficially be aware of?
I turned 54 last friday. It's not a landmark birthday - one of the fives or tens - so it was unremarkable as birthdays go. I seem to recall that all the birthdays (past 25) that ended in either a 4 or a 7 were kinda the lamest. We also have been super busy with kid things and knee things and attemting fight things, so it makes any sort of extra additions the the schedule somewhat problematic. Luck of the draw some years, I think. Next year is a 5 and its on a Saturday, so maybe I'll do something special next year. Now, I'd just be glad for a day off. A whole day off. A day off where I don't have to make any decisions or have to referee children. Maybe lay in bed all day and read a book. Of course I'd have to find an author that I like enough to do that. I've become so jaded in my reading.
Some days I wish I had a little room to myself. Some place I could close the door and no one bothers me. I suppose I technically have that in my bedroom, but I'm thinking more like a work room. Some place I have a little desk or table. I could work on projects or write and not be at the center of everything. Since my only place in this house seems to be this one seat at the dinning room table, I'm in the center of everything. I see the whole house messy as fuck, I'm in the path of every child, I have to be part of every conversation because no one save Xander knows how to self-entertain. No one bothers Jimm down in his basement office cubicle. Some days I think about tearing up the weird walk in closet upstairs and turn it from linen closet to teeny office. Some place I'm off the beaten bath, out of direct line of sight. Because so many people in this house have "out of sight, out of mind" existances, I could easily disappear and be a non-entity for a while.
But, if I were to turn it into a mini studio - where would se store our glut of bed sheets and the window a/c units during the cold months? The storage problem in this house is problematic.
A co-worked got taken out on a stretcher. Heart-attack they said. I didn't know until several days after the event - when they do a "Hold in Place" over the intercom - it could be anything from "we have a busted pipe and we're cleaning up" or "There's an active shooter, stay in your rooms". Always a little nerve wracking. That was on a Tuesday, maybe? Thursday I heard about the heart-attack. Very few people knew of it and that was even more alarming - like I get that Medical Privacy is a thing - but while we're understaffed and people are just vanishing from our rosters left and right, it feels like something we should at least superficially be aware of?
I turned 54 last friday. It's not a landmark birthday - one of the fives or tens - so it was unremarkable as birthdays go. I seem to recall that all the birthdays (past 25) that ended in either a 4 or a 7 were kinda the lamest. We also have been super busy with kid things and knee things and attemting fight things, so it makes any sort of extra additions the the schedule somewhat problematic. Luck of the draw some years, I think. Next year is a 5 and its on a Saturday, so maybe I'll do something special next year. Now, I'd just be glad for a day off. A whole day off. A day off where I don't have to make any decisions or have to referee children. Maybe lay in bed all day and read a book. Of course I'd have to find an author that I like enough to do that. I've become so jaded in my reading.
Some days I wish I had a little room to myself. Some place I could close the door and no one bothers me. I suppose I technically have that in my bedroom, but I'm thinking more like a work room. Some place I have a little desk or table. I could work on projects or write and not be at the center of everything. Since my only place in this house seems to be this one seat at the dinning room table, I'm in the center of everything. I see the whole house messy as fuck, I'm in the path of every child, I have to be part of every conversation because no one save Xander knows how to self-entertain. No one bothers Jimm down in his basement office cubicle. Some days I think about tearing up the weird walk in closet upstairs and turn it from linen closet to teeny office. Some place I'm off the beaten bath, out of direct line of sight. Because so many people in this house have "out of sight, out of mind" existances, I could easily disappear and be a non-entity for a while.
But, if I were to turn it into a mini studio - where would se store our glut of bed sheets and the window a/c units during the cold months? The storage problem in this house is problematic.
