I didn’t do much yesterday so I’m tempted to skip writing. What I did do was go to therapy so I will work on not giving into temptation. That isn’t what we discussed in therapy. It was a rough session; I’m having some problems that I don’t want to discuss here. That makes writing tougher. I’m in the emotionally honest/keeping a stiff upper lip dilemma. Saying that is my compromise solution.
Most Fridays I go out after therapy, when I don’t I have a routine. I generally walk to the MetroNorth station on the way to therapy. Sometimes I take a bus part of the way. I rarely do that coming home. I walk down Fordham Road to the Grand Concourse and then take the subway two stops. I don’t do that on the way as the subway schedule does not fit well with the MetroNorth and I’d have to leave the house earlier than I do walking. On the walk on Fordham Road I pass two places I can get very cheap food, dollar pizza and Checkers. I’m on the Checkers mailing list. I do that because they have so many specials. I only go in when they have one I want. Yesterday’s was for $1 large seasoned fries. Those are really good and not much more than a potato in the supermarket. Yesterday’s dinner was those fries, a slice of dollar pizza, and the last of the leftover gnocchi. I love cooking but I hate cleaning up and this was a nice effortless meal. I wouldn’t want to do it every day. Once every few weeks and it’s a treat.
My evening plan was to watch the Met game. That fell apart when we lost cable service. That also meant no internet. I was cut off from the outside world! Well except for my phone. So what did I do? I read! Good thing I’m back to being able to read. I couldn’t for years because of my vision and then my brain had to get back into reading shape. It’s still not there. I can’t read all day like I used to. I am back into casual reading shape. I was always a long-distance reader, I couldn’t read particularly fast, but I could read a long time. My hourly rate was perhaps a bit below average, my daily rate was high.
I woke up this morning and looked at my phone. It said, “No sim card.” Arggh. I went to sleep with it having a sim card, how could this happen? I tried rebooting the phone. It still said, “no sim card.” Then I turned the phone off and left it off for 10 seconds and turned it back on. It found the sim card. I have no idea what happened. The cable is back so I’m fully connected to society. If I weren’t you wouldn’t be reading this, I don’t blog from my phone. I cringe at the idea of typing this with my thumbs.
Part of my therapy homework is to boost my meditating to three times a day. I feel the need. I also feel the need to eat. Breakfast than meditation. Then other psych homework, and then TV. Sounds like a plan.
I have to give myself a pat on the back. As I was about to post I got an Facebook alert that someone responded to my comment. Even though I was mocked I am letting him get in the last word. That’s always tough for me but it’s the right thing to do, for my mental health, and the well-being of society.
Wise Madness 