Flippers, Eyeglasses, and Cranberries - October 12, 2019
What do Flippers, Eyeglasses, and Cranberries have in common?
Earlier this week I posted on facebook that I didn’t have a Sunshine story for this week…yet… And then I thought about it and decided, I may not have ONE story but I do have a few silly episodes.
Flippers
Laur swims at the GoodLife pool – when we actually make it to GL – Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings. I swim at the GoodLife pool – when we go to GL – on Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday mornings. I’m not trying to confuse things. It’s just that the GL pool tends to be busier on Mondays and Wednesdays. And guy and gal lane swimmers are far less likely to accommodate a gal than a guy. Not fair, I know. And I do feel like slapping folks with one of my gigantic flippers. But I have to pick my battles.
Anyways, Laur had a dental appointment on Wednesday (last week) at 9 am so missed BodyPump before his swim. When I do BP I often take off my glasses because they get uncomfortable. So I’m lying on my bench at the front of the gym doing tricep whatevers and I happened to look at the see-through door to the gym that is at the back. All I can see is some sort of pink mass being waved around. I’m thinking, “Maybe this is a Breast Cancer flash mob…” I sat up and put on my glasses…
Nope, it was hubs waiving my pink flippers, trying to get my attention. He did. I made a bunch of negative signs using my face and arms, and Laur eventually got the message that I had left my flippers in the van on purpose and didn’t need them for swimming that day. It must have been a funny sight in the men’s locker room – him storing gigantic pink flippers.
Embarrassingly for me, at least half a dozen folks were within the direct visual range of my “no no no” antics and looked a little puzzled. What could they possibly be doing in a triceps track that was that dangerous? No one said anything to me after class, but it did seem I was cut a rather wide berth as I was putting my weights away…
*****
Eyeglasses
I have a playpen that has never been used set up in my bedroom. What is funny is that you get used to things and don’t even notice them anymore. My bike was also propped up against my bookcase. I just wove my way around the bike, and the playpen, and the gigantic box fan. It passed for normal.
It is a regular thing for me to lose my glasses. I take them off a lot; I don’t like wearing glasses. Problem is -- I don’t even notice that I take them off, nor do I ever remember where I put them.
A few weeks ago I could not find my glasses anywhere. After two weeks of wearing my old glasses that are bent out of shape (because I sat on them), I decided to go to Costco and just buy a cheap pair using my old prescription. Turns out my RX had run out a few months ago and I would need to get my eyes examined again. Laur knows that this is not going to happen until next Spring and was getting tired of my sporadic searching and digging.
One afternoon when I was off visiting at a Long Term Care facility, Laur decided to do an all out hunt. Including going through my chest of drawers. To do this he had to move the playpen out of the way. And la voila! There were my eyeglasses lying on the floor – sitting on the nose of a dust bunny.
He was both happy to show the result of his treasure hunt, and ticked that I still had the playpen and bike filling up the room. Yesterday, when we packed our bikes away for the season, we were also supposed to put the playpen in storage. We forgot… It will likely stay there until the next time we move.
Laur looked at me quizzically… “Why do we even have that playpen?!” And I said, “One day it might come in handy…” What can Laur say? He has over a thousand books collecting dust, and don’t even get me started on his boxes of files in our storage unit.
Oh, and that banana bread picture at the bottom of the page? Yep, someone accidentally baked their glasses in it. But that would not happen to me. Only because I don’t bake banana bread or much of anything anymore.
Update: Laur moved the playpen into our storage unit today when he cleaned the house. 😊
*****
Cranberries
I have read that putting keys in the refrigerator can be a sign of developing Alzheimer’s. I haven’t done that yet and I rarely loose my keys because I have a huge brightly covered neck-strap key chain attached to them. Thank you MM. But I have done similar things.
Like the other day…
Laur and I normally have the same breakfast every day. Orange juice, soya milk, (Zavida) coffee, bran buds, cranberries, ground flaxseed and a choice of walnuts or almonds. (And a handful of supplements that could be a story in itself.)
Everyday about 8 am after my jog-walk I pull out the cereal and cranberries from the cupboard above the stove and the ground flaxseed from the freezer. Ground flax apparently keeps better if you freeze it?! I wouldn’t even be able to tell – this stuff is not something you eat because of its delicious taste. The nuts I freeze because I find they taste less bitter that way. This is a funny thing for a person to say who has almost no sense of smell or taste.
And everyday around 8:30 pm, I pack away the breakfast food before I unload the dishwasher. If I didn’t have routines, I wouldn’t get anything done. And even then, many is the morning I have forgotten to unload the dishwasher, which screws up Laur’s after lunch load-the-dishwasher-with-breakfast-and-lunch-dishes routine.
The other morning I got out the bran buds but there were no cranberries. Could we have finished that Costco sized bag already? Went to the freezer to get out the flax and nuts and there were the cranberries – frozen solid into a sloppy brick.
I didn’t want to say anything to Laur. My ditziness drives him a little crazy. I’ve been scatterbrained for decades, but when Laur was working full time, he missed out on a lot of it. But now that we’re together 24/7 he gets caught up in it.
But if I didn’t say anything and he chomped down on these dark red bullets, he might dislodge that filling he just had replaced. H*ll hath no fury like my hubs when part of a tooth breaks off. (Welcome to the senior years and crumbling teeth.) So I fessed up…and Laur ate his breakfast rather guardedly.
*****
So, what do Flippers, Eyeglasses, and Cranberries have in common? Normally, nothing. But in our household all of the above can end up in unusual locations. 😊
Earlier this week I posted on facebook that I didn’t have a Sunshine story for this week…yet… And then I thought about it and decided, I may not have ONE story but I do have a few silly episodes.
Flippers
Laur swims at the GoodLife pool – when we actually make it to GL – Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings. I swim at the GoodLife pool – when we go to GL – on Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday mornings. I’m not trying to confuse things. It’s just that the GL pool tends to be busier on Mondays and Wednesdays. And guy and gal lane swimmers are far less likely to accommodate a gal than a guy. Not fair, I know. And I do feel like slapping folks with one of my gigantic flippers. But I have to pick my battles.
Anyways, Laur had a dental appointment on Wednesday (last week) at 9 am so missed BodyPump before his swim. When I do BP I often take off my glasses because they get uncomfortable. So I’m lying on my bench at the front of the gym doing tricep whatevers and I happened to look at the see-through door to the gym that is at the back. All I can see is some sort of pink mass being waved around. I’m thinking, “Maybe this is a Breast Cancer flash mob…” I sat up and put on my glasses…
Nope, it was hubs waiving my pink flippers, trying to get my attention. He did. I made a bunch of negative signs using my face and arms, and Laur eventually got the message that I had left my flippers in the van on purpose and didn’t need them for swimming that day. It must have been a funny sight in the men’s locker room – him storing gigantic pink flippers.
Embarrassingly for me, at least half a dozen folks were within the direct visual range of my “no no no” antics and looked a little puzzled. What could they possibly be doing in a triceps track that was that dangerous? No one said anything to me after class, but it did seem I was cut a rather wide berth as I was putting my weights away…
*****
Eyeglasses
I have a playpen that has never been used set up in my bedroom. What is funny is that you get used to things and don’t even notice them anymore. My bike was also propped up against my bookcase. I just wove my way around the bike, and the playpen, and the gigantic box fan. It passed for normal.
It is a regular thing for me to lose my glasses. I take them off a lot; I don’t like wearing glasses. Problem is -- I don’t even notice that I take them off, nor do I ever remember where I put them.
A few weeks ago I could not find my glasses anywhere. After two weeks of wearing my old glasses that are bent out of shape (because I sat on them), I decided to go to Costco and just buy a cheap pair using my old prescription. Turns out my RX had run out a few months ago and I would need to get my eyes examined again. Laur knows that this is not going to happen until next Spring and was getting tired of my sporadic searching and digging.
One afternoon when I was off visiting at a Long Term Care facility, Laur decided to do an all out hunt. Including going through my chest of drawers. To do this he had to move the playpen out of the way. And la voila! There were my eyeglasses lying on the floor – sitting on the nose of a dust bunny.
He was both happy to show the result of his treasure hunt, and ticked that I still had the playpen and bike filling up the room. Yesterday, when we packed our bikes away for the season, we were also supposed to put the playpen in storage. We forgot… It will likely stay there until the next time we move.
Laur looked at me quizzically… “Why do we even have that playpen?!” And I said, “One day it might come in handy…” What can Laur say? He has over a thousand books collecting dust, and don’t even get me started on his boxes of files in our storage unit.
Oh, and that banana bread picture at the bottom of the page? Yep, someone accidentally baked their glasses in it. But that would not happen to me. Only because I don’t bake banana bread or much of anything anymore.
Update: Laur moved the playpen into our storage unit today when he cleaned the house. 😊
*****
Cranberries
I have read that putting keys in the refrigerator can be a sign of developing Alzheimer’s. I haven’t done that yet and I rarely loose my keys because I have a huge brightly covered neck-strap key chain attached to them. Thank you MM. But I have done similar things.
Like the other day…
Laur and I normally have the same breakfast every day. Orange juice, soya milk, (Zavida) coffee, bran buds, cranberries, ground flaxseed and a choice of walnuts or almonds. (And a handful of supplements that could be a story in itself.)
Everyday about 8 am after my jog-walk I pull out the cereal and cranberries from the cupboard above the stove and the ground flaxseed from the freezer. Ground flax apparently keeps better if you freeze it?! I wouldn’t even be able to tell – this stuff is not something you eat because of its delicious taste. The nuts I freeze because I find they taste less bitter that way. This is a funny thing for a person to say who has almost no sense of smell or taste.
And everyday around 8:30 pm, I pack away the breakfast food before I unload the dishwasher. If I didn’t have routines, I wouldn’t get anything done. And even then, many is the morning I have forgotten to unload the dishwasher, which screws up Laur’s after lunch load-the-dishwasher-with-breakfast-and-lunch-dishes routine.
The other morning I got out the bran buds but there were no cranberries. Could we have finished that Costco sized bag already? Went to the freezer to get out the flax and nuts and there were the cranberries – frozen solid into a sloppy brick.
I didn’t want to say anything to Laur. My ditziness drives him a little crazy. I’ve been scatterbrained for decades, but when Laur was working full time, he missed out on a lot of it. But now that we’re together 24/7 he gets caught up in it.
But if I didn’t say anything and he chomped down on these dark red bullets, he might dislodge that filling he just had replaced. H*ll hath no fury like my hubs when part of a tooth breaks off. (Welcome to the senior years and crumbling teeth.) So I fessed up…and Laur ate his breakfast rather guardedly.
*****
So, what do Flippers, Eyeglasses, and Cranberries have in common? Normally, nothing. But in our household all of the above can end up in unusual locations. 😊