Every day when I start writing part of me wants to go back to sleep. I’m used to being the energizer bunny. This will pass but until it does writing will be difficult. I tried staying in bed longer today. There is an improvement as I am quickly falling back to sleep again, but I’m not waking up rested.
On Wednesday my plan was to buy a suit at Goodwill. I used their website to find the closest store. What the website didn’t tell me is that the store was no longer there. I turned around and went home. Yesterday I had two possible plans of action, try again to buy a suit or go food shopping. Food shopping was less stressful and would give me an immediate reward. Carolann changed my mind. She responded to my post about the previous day’s failure by Goodwill and suggested Housing Works and sent me a link to their store locator. I found one on the Upper West Side that was not too difficult to get to. I decided to give it a shot. They did not have a large selection but it was very reasonably priced. In addition I like the work that Housing Works does. I couldn’t find a suit that fit but I found a very nice sports jacket for $20 that I can wear to the wedding tomorrow. I have nice dress pants so I’ll look presentable. I’m going to Seth and Emily’s wedding tomorrow.
When I went to leave the store it was pouring and I hadn’t brought an umbrella. The Dark Skies app came to my rescue. It told me that the rain would last only 20 minutes. Dark Skies is hyperlocal and extremely accurate. I trusted it. I sat down in a nice easy chair that was on sale and waited out the rain. 19 minutes later there was still some rain, 20 minutes later the sun was shining. A couple had been debating whether or not to brave the rain and I told them to wait four more minutes and it would stop. I hope they were impressed by my weather wizard powers.
If I had realized when I left that I had enough gas left to go food shopping it would have been easy. I could have walked to the 1 train and taken it directly to Stop & Shop. But I didn’t. It was only after I was on the C train that I realized I had enough in the tank to go shopping. But by then it was too late. Getting to the store would have taken over 50 minutes and I didn’t have the energy for that. I’d have to make do with the food I had at home.
The main issue was I didn’t have any mini-sub rolls and I had taken out shaved beef for dinner. I wanted to make Philly Cheesesteak. I decided to make do with the round sandwich rolls I had on hand. It’s not as good and I lost some beef when I took it out of the griddle and flipped it over on my plate, but it was more than acceptable. I tried something new. I make my cheesesteak without onions, I hate onions. Yesterday I substituted garlic. I chopped up a few cloves, sautéed them for a minute before putting the meat right on top and mixing it all together. That of course tasted great. It is now a standard ingredient in what I can now call a Bronx cheesesteak.
Today’s plan is my most ambitious since surgery. First I have therapy up in Harrison in Westchester. Then I’m heading down to Jersey City to see The Sea the Sea at Spiral Sounds Concerts. I always get there early and try to help with setup. This time I might just crash till showtime. I’ll play it by ear. As much as I love talking to Chuck and Mira if my body says rest, I’ll rest.
Wise Madness 