I was not going to run today. I was going to mow the lawn. Since I am unable to start the power mower, this would mean pushing the manual up and down the yard many times. I thought that would be great exercise. I put a load of laundry in, so I could multi-task. I put some sunscreen on my arms, found my crazy old lady hat, got myself a bottle of water, and out I went. This was going to be great!
And I’m sure it would have been. If only I was strong enough to open the damn garage door! Now, this door has always been tough to open. I have usually been able to manage it one heft at a time. Well, today, I would heft it, then as I was positioning myself for another HEAVE, back down it would come. Hard! I mean, it felt as if something was inside the garage actively pushing that door back down on me. Perhaps I am being fanciful, but I was frankly unable to open that door.
Then I couldn’t even relieve my frustration by slamming the house door as I went back inside, because it is hanging crookedly on its hinges. The screws loosen up over time. Tightening them is better done as a two-person job: one to hold the door, one to tighten the screws, and Steven and I never seem to remember to do it when we are both home. So that I could at least get something done, I grabbed the screwdrivers (I need both Phillips-head and flat) and got the hinges somewhat tightened. Then I didn’t feel like slamming the door any more.
I sulked around on the computer while the washing machine ran. I wasn’t just screwing around; I had to contact my theatre friends about Saturday’s endeavor (perhaps you read my blog post about it). I knew I should try to get something useful done, but I felt too annoyed about the garage door. It does not take much to knock the ambition right out of me; judge me if you must. Before I knew it, it was time to put the laundry in the drier. I took the few things that didn’t go in the drier upstairs to put on the wooden rack. I figured I might as well take my shower.
So there I was, ready to turn on the shower and feeling pretty useless and pathetic, when I thought, “Oh hell, why don’t I just run?” So I did. I thought I would make a Running Commentary blog post. However, when I sat down at my computer and began to type, this is what came out. Go figure! I think I’ll call it a Non-Sequitur Thursday post and drive on. I hope to see you all tomorrow, when Mohawk Valley Girl says, “Welcome to another Lame Post Friday!” Or words to that effect.
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