Unplugging, day 1
Wow, what a great day.
So many good things about today. Where to start?
1.) I can almost breathe again. I didn’t have too many coughing fits, so that’s the best thing. Oxygen is important, yo.
2.) Turning off Facebook notifications completely from my phone, and disciplining myself not to log into the site from my personal account for most of the day was quite a relief. I did log in to my RT account to touch base about some work stuff and an art project. Again, though, I don’t feel like that “side” of my life is necessarily all that intimate.
And to that end, you know…I don’t feel like the personal stuff I post on my FB is all that personal. People sometimes react as if they’re very surprised at the things I say, and that’s okay, because I know it’s not about me…except for lately, I have felt like it’s about me. I just haven’t had that emotional distance that I need to maintain balance. The FB break is a GOOD thing!
Have you ever seen a worthless therapist? I have. They can be draining and counterproductive. That’s not a statement on therapy in general, which can be quite, well, therapeutic. That’s the meaning of the term, after all.
Expression can be therapeutic, but FB isn’t always the place for that. It can be counterproductive. I remember every once in awhile on xanga, I would feel the need to pull back, and would only share protected posts about certain topics. That felt GREAT.
It’s not the same on FB. Yeah, you can do that, but there’s a different vibe there. Not everyone there was a blogger in the days of “fishbowl, tell-all” blogging. They may not have developed their own code.
Take, for example, the man who told me last week to get my sneezy ass off the couch and go volunteer at a charity instead of taking the time to recover from the worst asthma attack I’ve had in over a year. Yeah, I went to high school with him. No, he adds nothing to my life. Yes, he got blocked immediately.
So, yeah. Today, with the exception of a couple of overshares this morning, I’ve been *personal FB free*. And I’m already feeling so much better.
Let the detox begin!
3.) We finally got to try out North End Cafe. Didn’t even realize there was one in the Highlands, but when we got rerouted down Bardstown Rd, we discovered it and pulled in to try it out. The cornmeal buttermilk pancake GiGi got was delicious! Tim and each had a bite, then she played withe pats of butter on top with her finger and otherwise ignored the pancake.
Tim and I both had the meat omelette (bacon and tomatoes and cheese). I had the biscuit and he had the toast. The home fries were awesome. The biscuit was to to die for. GiGi ate half of it. Tim stopped eating after about two bites of his omelette. Me, too. I think they used 6 eggs on each omelette. I’ve never seen an omelette that thick. I think I could have used it to roll up glass dishes in before packing in the mail. Regardless, it was delicious, just too much food. We will definitely go back.
4.) Preston Arts Center! I’m always a bit overwhelmed at the Art Supply Store, so I’m glad Tim went with me. The owner/head fred was a bit rude, as usual. The timid salesgirl helped me, although they seemed legitimately bewildered that I had no idea what one colored pencil was from the next. In fact, as an example of the horrid customer service from the head fred jerk, when I asked if I could see how the Prismacolor write, he brought out a bin of super cheap pencils that were all different brands, none of them Prisma.
The salesgirl fished out one Prisma from what looked to be 100 various crappy school supply type pencils, and I tried it and was completely overwhelmed. I said “I thought it would have more pigment than this.” I mean, it was like a crayon. Just awful.
“Come look at these, I like them better, anyway,” she said. And then she gave me one of these to color with:
So great! I drew all kinds of shapes and tried all kinds of different pressure, and was very happy with it. Bought the basic set of 12. We’ll see how much I end up enjoying this Found Poetry project. If I really like it, I might order some more pencils.
I took a schedule of classes, but I don’t know if I’ll go all the way to Louisville for that. Still, fun times were had by all and I didn’t kill anyone, so that was a win!
5.) Sam will be 11 tomorrow! We bought his gifts. Terrific, no spoilers, he will be thrilled. I need to make him a cake, OMG, I need to text Tim. Hold on. Okay, done.
Toys R Us is a nightmare, but, again, I didn’t kill anyone. Yay! Another win!
And I amused GiGi and myself with a whole battery of wind-up toys. I really wanted this one for myself, but they were out of them:
Okay, so where was I? Art supplies-check. Toys for Sam-check.
6.) Mailed some Troll Or Derby prizes and signed books, and since the post office was closed, there was no one there to murder, either! I did get into a bit of a fight with Tim, but our next stop, I had him wait in the car while GiGi slept, and by the time I emerged from Trader Joe’s with candy and other provisions for each of us, things were a lot better.
7.) Trader Joe’s, my fave grocery store, YAY! Several opportunities to kill others, but again, did not confront my former business partner in the middle of the frozen breakfast aisle and each aisle to follow about her lies to me a few years ago and how much money she made from that deal; nor did I ask mail order bride and new husband to discuss the repertoire of what she can cook and what she can’t in another location, other than directly where I’m trying to shop, for the entire length of the meat case. Note: even though I was soaking wet from the rain on the way in and I encountered these annoying/potentially awful encounters, I did NOT kill! I even managed to make some jokes with other shoppers about the weather, and how we each looked like we come in straight from a shower (seriously, we did). Hooray!
8.) Pigged out all the way home, and once again at home. Trader Joe’s Coconut Water bars are awesome, by the way!!!
9.) The County Fair! Okay, so we missed out on the pygmy goats, but we got to see a teen band called Beyond Doubt play an Oasis tune and do a little slightly off-key Greenday & Radiohead while GiGi danced. We can hear them from our living room (right now, over the TV), so we figured we might as well head over. My only regret is not going to the fair Friday night so we could see the prize pygmy goats! Oh, well. Next year.
Somebody is wailing on the drums like Bonzo right now. Tim said they’ll be playing ‘til midnight. We dance in our front yard when the county fair is going full steam.
I don’t think there was a demolition derby this year, darn it. Nor do I recall the lawn mower races. (Note to self, include lawn mower races in Troll Or Park.) They also didn’t do donkey races, that I know of. I don’t know, though. I was very sick this past week and not up for checking on the fair.
Well, that’s about all the news that’s worth reporting for the evening. I’m happy and hungry and so is Tim, and he brought home a PIE, so we’re going to make ourselves fatter and then go to bed happy, end of story as far as you are concerned, GOODNIGHT!
