Bits and Pieces

I’ve had several partially-formed blog posts in my head for the last week. None of them really make up a full post on their own, and they’re probably too random to make up a meaningful post, but they’re cluttering up my head, so it’s time to get them out.

I am currently on a bird kick, as in all the cute things on Etsy I’ve noticed are bird-related. Don’t worry, it’ll pass. Before that it was milk glass, frogs and ladybugs, and plants. These phases usually last a week or so, so to avoid buying the entire world, I just put everything on my “favorites” list and let it sit there until it no longer amuses me. Of course, this means I have 17 pages of favorites right now, many of which I have no intention of ever purchasing. There are lots of duplicates, too, since there is a lot of fabric out there that I’d really like to buy but I’m trying not to at the moment.

I mentioned yesterday that I moved some things around in my cubicle. Specifically, I moved my printer to the opposite corner, and switched my garbage with my purse. I’ll be confused for several more days, but in the end I think this new arrangement makes more sense and is aesthetically more pleasing.

The book I’ve been reading, Apartment Therapy (yes, that Apartment Therapy of the website I check all the time), has taken a turn for the worse. I love the website, and have generally been enjoying the book, though I ignored it for a few weeks (which is no good for library books, since they have to be returned within a finite amount of time). The design advice is, generally speaking, good, and well written and simple enough (yet detailed enough too) for those who don’t instinctively understand good design (I do not consider myself one of these people, as I think I generally do a good job and have a good eye, and one of the careers I considered in high school was interior design for good reason, but I do know a few people who don’t have this knack and I think this book would work for them too). But, the last few chapters have turned… well, pretentious. The author has taken to suggesting more than just brands of cleaner or that organic cotton sheets are a good idea to suggesting things that are far beyond what the purview of the book should be; this morning as I was reading on the book, he suggested a brand of men’s razors. Really? How is that helpful?

Now, I’ve been trying to get what I could out of this book without following it (since it’s designed around the idea of spending 8 weeks “fixing” your house, which is not helpful for what we’re doing since we’re not planning on staying in our house), and trying to take things with a grain of salt since the author is located in New York City, and let’s face it, New York is different than the Midwest. It’s like watching “What Not To Wear” or any of those style shows. The advice is good, great even, but slightly impractical or just out of place for those of us not in NYC. Spending $300 on a pair of dress shoes, no matter how well made, is just simply not something that most women in the Midwest are going to do (yes, there are some who will, but it’s just not important to most of us). And a lot of the design advice is like that too, which has been OK because the book is admittedly aimed at NYC apartment dwellers (owners or renters) who live in very small, very expensive places, and for whom the cost of living is just greater in general and the trends, things of importance, etc are just very different.

So I’ve been trying to gleam the important parts, like this morning’s selection about the importance of good lighting and what the light should focus on, where it should be placed, etc. I’ve been trying to finish this book because 1) it’s due back on Monday, and 2) I desperately want to read the other book that’s due Monday, You On A Diet, so that I can 3) read the three other books I have checked out on PCOS and Insulin-Resistance and health (that’s one subject, three books). I hesitate to think that I might not finish the book, because I know I’ll never check it out again, but it may not be worth finishing. That makes me sad, but glad it’s a library book and not one I paid for.

Wednesday, I walked part of the way to work. I drove downtown and parked at Metro State, as I do on days I have class (since it’s $2.50 to park all day, compared to $2 – $7 all day downtown plus then having to park at the university lot), and as I was getting out of my car, I saw the bus I take to get back downtown and knew I wouldn’t even come close to catching it. So, on a whim, I decided to walk the rest of the way to work. I figured it was probably 2 miles (I was wrong – it’s 1.25 miles, which means I am a very slow walker, but I did have to wait at a lot of stoplights and wasn’t carrying an ideal bookbag/purse, etc.) and I could handle that fine. I realized much too late that I’d inadvertently forgotten to put on deoderant that morning (which was quickly rectified at work, since I have backup there). The bus passed me about 2/3 of the way there, and it took me just less than half an hour, so I still got to work well before 8. It was nice. If I had the luxury, I would have walked back before class, but I didn’t want to be late and had exactly half an hour from when I got off work to when class started. Then yesterday I toyed with the idea of getting off the bus a stop or two early downtown, but got lazy at last minute, and ended up being glad I was because my butt was sore from Wednesday’s walk. This morning, however, I got off at Rice Park, stopped at Starbucks, and then walked the rest of the way to work (just a few blocks, but every bit counts, right?). I got in about 15 minutes later than usual, but our bus is currently detoured which adds 5-7 extra minutes to our commute, so that’s not bad. I’ve been trying to get as much outside time as is reasonable lately, or at least during the work day (apparently I don’t feel so compelled when I’m at home, though I do get the uncontrollable urge to open all our windows and air out the house, daily).

There were probably several other piddly things I was going to talk about, but I can’t remember them. Must not have been important.