It’s been one of those weeks.
It started off innocently enough with Easter. Of course, the Missus and I don’t do very much for Easter. No kids and no family nearby. The Missus does some volunteer church work but, really, that’s about it. No dinner out or big hoo ha. Probably just as well.
Monday was OK, too, except that I needed to run a bunch of errands which really meant a bunch of driving around. I had a listing to visit (being a real estate guy), get a haircut (to appear well groomed for the high dollar client coming in tomorrow), drop off the dry cleaning, go by my office to check on some stuff (my “office” office vs my home office where I do most of my work) get some food for the house.
Oh yeah. Food.
Since neither the Missus nor I cook it really means getting “prepared” meals. And since my wife has been having some dental issues it has meant getting soft prepared meals. I’m hear to tell you all of it is high fat, high salt, high calorie.
Tuesday was more running around. Again, it started off innocently enough. I thought I would attend a webinar that my company was sponsoring that was supposed to be the road to fame and fortune (everything is) and I set aside the time, was in front of my computer at the appointed time and realized five minutes into the thing that it was the same exact webinar I had attended in a live class at my office just a couple of weeks ago. They had just put a cool, enticing webinar title on the damn thing.
Can you say “Waste of time?”
Then it’s talk to an internet marketing guy for a quick 20 minutes and off to Annapolis (about 30 minutes away) to meet with my Rotary buddies as we prepare for a huge two day event in the middle of May. This meeting (with our provider of tents, tables, chairs, etc.) was out in an open field with the sun beating down while we tried to decided what size went where and yadda, yadda, yadda and, by the way, don’t you like beagles but they’re susceptible to Cushing’s Disease and ACL problems and, oh yeah, we were talking about tents.
Side note: I’m really not a “process” person. I don’t know how I get sucked into meetings but I do and I almost always regret it. Plus, I got a nice sunburn on my face for the pleasure.
Anyway, by this time, I’m starved (never go hungry on diet or “lifestyle change”) so I stop by Panera Bread and, lucky for me, I guess, their A/C isn’t working so I don’t go back for the cookie after my tuna sandwich and baguette side with a lemonade (740 Calories).
Which brings us to today.
The Missus drove into work. She had the follow up dental appointment for her crown (did I mention that the dental work for my wife is costing serious bucks? Consider it mentioned forthwith) and I had a long-ish meeting in the heart of downtown DC for some volunteer stuff I do for my local Realtor Association.
All was going well. I take the subway (Metro) into the meeting and that goes for 3½ hours and they, of course, served lunch. Nice, thick lasagna with ricotta cheese and sauce, a decent salad (with the requisite balsamic vinegarette or ranch), bread and COOKIES and BROWNIES. Now, that’s what I’m talking about!
The Icing on the Cake
I et back home just about in time to swallow some water, go to the bathroom and pick up the phone to call my coach (hi, Amy!) when I get the desperate phone call from the Missus that here car has broken down (“just stopped dead”) at a very busy intersection in the middle of rush hour.
She gathered her thoughts and called Triple A and got a tow into a local repair shop. I run down to meet her but she’s still a bundle of nerves and wants a drink….and dinner.
I’m in jeans and a golf shirt so we stop at a Mexican place I used to go to a long time ago. She orders the Martguerita and we order some food. Mexican restaurants is not know for low-cal offerings. I didn’t even pretend to try and count.
While at dinner we start talking about how much is too much to sink into repairs for this 1998 Ford Escort. If the repairs are too much, do we pay for repairs or get another car (used, of course)? What kind of car? From where? Where is the money coming from? What does my wife do to get around in the mean time?
Can you see there’s a little stress building here?
The Cure for Stress and Anger is Almost Always Food
They call it “comfort food” for a reason. Whether it’s meatloaf and mashed potatoes or Mexican or ice cream. It doesn’t matter. As long as there is enough fat and salt and sugar it will calm you down and make everything alright even if it’s just for a little while. That’s the sad part. Usually, it’s just for a little while and the long term effect of packing on the calories and other unhealthy things like cholesterol are much worse.
But, it doesn’t matter at the time.
Another part of this, for me, is that it seems that every time I get a little stash of money in the bank something comes along to snatch it away. It’s almost eerie. This time it’s the combination of dental work and car repair. Not too long ago, my wife lost her wedding band while gardening (someone will find it someday) so money got spent replacing two wedding bands so they would match.
I could go on with the type of stuff that just seems to happen. Almost like the universe knows that I’m on the verge of surplus. Forget the abundance crap. I’m just talking about a little more so that I’m not so worried about living in a refrigerator box under a bridge in ten years.
I obviously have gone on way to long with this meandering ramble. The one thing I will pat myself on the back for is staying away from the Ben and Jerry’s or Haagen Dazs.