I confess, I didn’t have a whole lot of scatter, because I mostly hydrated and rested before tomorrow’s 15K run (it’s really a road race, but since I will be far back in the pack and more interested in making silly jokes than getting a fast time, I can’t say I’ll be racing). For those of you just tuning in, it is the Utica Boilermaker Road Race, a pretty damn exciting event in the Mohawk Valley.
My plan was to go for at least one walk, so I was disappointed to hear thunder followed by torrential rain this morning. Then it stopped. Cool. I wrote some post cards and walked to the post office, taking the long way back. It has continued to thunder, rain, then stop for most of the day. I may go for an evening walk during one of the stops but no promises. I got a little more exercise walking from the second floor down to the basement and back doing laundry. It is so pleasant to have most of my clothes clean so that I have a choice of what to wear (of course the perfect thing to wear in an given situation is usually the one thing that is still dirty, but you’ll have that).
In addition to doing laundry, I read an Agatha Christie book (I adore Agatha Christie), worked on my lines for The Tempest, futzed around on Facebook, and wrote a very little on my novel.
I left the house one other time so far, to get my hair cut at the Hot Spot Salon and Spa in Herkimer. My stylist, Claire, nicely got me in, even though I did not call till yesterday afternoon. She is way cool. She did my hair the same as last time, very short. She said it seems my hair likes to be short. I thought that was a good way of putting it. I like it short, because it is easy that way. As another hairdresser once observed about me, I am the sort of person who cannot be bothered spending too much time on my hair (for another reason, however much time I take, I never seem to get the good results others do). I would post a selfie of me and my new hair, but I’ve taken off my earrings, and I don’t like to appear in public without earrings.
Back home, I started dinner early, because we intend to go to bed early. I had put eggplant in the crock pot this morning (ought I to have mentioned that earlier? Oh well). Now I made pesto, grated parmesan cheese, sauteed asparagus, and cooked angel hair pasta (my favorite). My pesto is perhaps not real pesto (I don’t use a recipe), but I call it pesto, because it is fun to say “pesto pasta” (try it). I put garlic, fresh basil, grated parmesan (I grated enough to put some in the pesto as well as some over the pasta), and oil in the blender and blend. It turned out pretty good.
And that brings us to the present moment. My stomach still continues knotty from Boilermaker nerves. These will continue, no doubt, until the race actually starts. More specifically, when I cross the starting line and am on my way. Then it’s run for the beer! Go me! Happy Saturday, everyone!
