Kevin's Request

[Anonymous called today and asked that I blog more often.  So, I am blogging even though I am at a loss for much to blog about.]

 

The extra $1000 never came to pass. 

After scouring the sofa cushions we lost interest.  It was a fun challenge and if we had more of a social life and got out of the apartment regularly we might have picked up pennies off the ground or sold some extra stuff that's just laying around gathering dust or made a cardboard sign to wave at motorists at a busy intersection.  But we did none of that and there is no trip in our immediate future.  (Maybe I'll revisit the challenge at a later date when I'm more motivated.)

The good deeds are coming along. 

I was walking past a man on a ladder who had dropped a tool.  I handed it up to him so he didn't have to come down.  He was happy.  I also passed a guy trying to put up signs in the wind.  The signs kept blowing away and he had to keep chasing them down.  I got closer to him and picked up the ones heading toward me and then held onto them while he got the posts solidly in the ground and the signs secured.  Sure, I could've crossed the street and left him to it but it was like 10 minutes out of my otherwise uneventful day.  I've also been doing the dishes for Paul.  I told him about my good deed doing and he might be taking advantage at this point (must remember not to spoil him).

 

The weather has been lovely . 

It's been in the 80s (during the day, at least... 30s at night which is brutal!) and sunny.  Smoke from the Eastern Washington wildfires are causing a haze but the result is beautiful sunsets!  Can't do anything about the smoke so might as well enjoy the sunsets!

 

I have wasted my whole summer. 

Back in the spring I was thinking I would be working and saving money to go somewhere fun after my Olympia sentence is up.  I didn't.  Back in July I started doing push ups to improve my sagging, aging arms.  (I gave up on that after I couldn't see any significant results in a month.)  If I'd kept up with it I would probably have quite the solid definition but, alas, I did not.  I was thinking (as I lay under the covers trying to avoid contact with the frigid morning) about the scene in "Twin Peaks" when the giant stands over Agent Cooper and says "A path is made by laying one stone at a time..."  My path would be nicely paved if I had actually started anything I'd thought about.  Well, gotta start somewhere I guess and it's never too late to start.  The trick to starting anything is to keep going and not stop until you're done.  That's a lesson I need to learn (again).  The only thing I have kept at is the writing.  I am still writing and coming up with ideas for my book and short story outlines.  If I can stay on track maybe I can start working (and working out) without letting that slip away! 

(Fingers crossed)