Friday Free for All- Not A Day in the Life

     There anything too exciting in my life, but I'm always curious how people get on with their days. I had thought about doing a mini week in my life, covering a few days, but oh, how I was bored writing it, let alone thinking of any of you reading it. Guess what-each day, went something like this,

Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream

     Wait-those are Beatles, lyrics, not my day, but it sure feels like I am on lather, rinse repeat, so scrapped the idea. Change Coat to sweater, and made the bus to "logged in", and scrap the smoking part, and there's my morning. I'll go back to random Friday Free for All, the nibblings of things running through my head. First, the flowers in the picture are from my daughter, just because. She also brought me a 12 ounce bag of coffee  on hearing I was down to random bits before I restock on Saturday. What a sweetheart. 


Humble Bragger/Subtle Bi-otch

     Wednesday was a light  attended trivia night, but my friend J brought along her friend, and an  acquaintance of mine, who I played volleyball with years ago. A daughter of  another acquaintance joined as well-and it was lovely to get caught up with her. So a bit of back story on Q, who I'll call the acquaintance. She is friendly enough, and most of the time I enjoyed playing ball and having a drink after with her. She has a habit though of making sure everyone  is caught up, in subtle ways, on how wonderful her life is and at the same time, asks poking and probing questions to try to what I can only perceive as looking for chinks in others armor. She had a habit in the past of doing that with my sister, who has a son the same age as Q. Q is also quite tone deaf, not picking up at all, or choosing to ignore, when someone wants to change the subject, or has hit a hard spot. 

     She'd drop little glory bits about her son, then ask things she knew perfectly well the answer to already about my nephew. (She works for the school district admin and lets just say, she's nosy). My nephew, who has battled severe depression and anxiety, is an area I didn't want her poking at Wednesday night, but she went there. My nephew has moved in an out of my sisters house and took a very long path to finishing college. His mental health was their first concern and he did graduate and I'm proud of him. He's had the same course on employment, but recently started a good job in his field, while still working part time for another sister at the golf clubhouse, which is open year round as a bar and restaurant. Of course loudly she had to inquire if he was still living at home, he is, while making sure I knew both her kids owned their own places and were fast advancing in their fields, which I knew from the last time I saw her. I just said, it's good for young people to follow their own path, and ended the conversation. How do you all handle situation, people like Q?  If she keeps coming, I hope we have a larger group, as that helps soften her humble bragging and squelches the subtle B, and then I can enjoy the nice part of her company. 

Olympics

     I've both enjoyed and not enjoyed the Olympics. I love the sport-I hate the politics. I never root against individual athletes when rooting on the home team athletes. Seeing a perfect run down the ski slope, an impeccable triple axle, or a speeds that defy death  when a toboggan goes down a shoot-incredible to watch regardless if they are an athlete from Russia, or up the road from me in Minnesota. Winter Olympics are fun for me because I can relate so much to many of the US athletes, having grown up in a similar community as so many  did. But I'm tired of the inequities driven by the politics; the bullying and political foolery by the world leaders and the Olympic Committee and the arbitrary decisions, that just add to systemic abuse of athletes. 

Shopping 

     You all know I don't like shopping, not for clothes, not for homewares, and especially not for groceries. I restock, not shop. I don't like a lot of choices, so Aldi suits me that way besides the price. I am going to shop tomorrow though. I've stretched out using up our pantry, fridge, and freezer and once I clean all out top to bottom, I'm heading up the road to peruse Aldi, Trader Joe's, and even Sam's Club. Dh had a leisure shop the other day, but even with that, we're just at $81 for the month, with only eating out or take out so far the one night. We'll get Applebee's take out some time this weekend using gift cards, but I think We've done well. (I don't count DH's lunches when he decides to go, as he would regardless of me doing a household challenge or not.) Since I've doe so well, I'm going to go, list in hand of needs, but will feel free to splurge on some new things or occasionally purchased favorites. It will be my day out on Saturday. 

     Before hitting the grocery stores though, I will stop at both the Goodwill's I pass on route. My target? A  spring/fall jacket with hood, similar to the ones both my daughters have, and a new to me pair of good fitting jeans. I wasn't going to buy new jeans and save for a treat with a weight loss marker, but of the two pairs I have, one is looking quite sloppy and have always been a little short, but they are so comfortable. The other pair fit, but they cut in my waist at a weird angle and for sitting hours on a plane, not comfortable. Wish me luck. Maybe something else will call to me while I am searching for these two items. 

     That's what I got for this Friday. Besides my great venture out of my towns border, other plans for the weekend will be Take out and T.V. tonight, getting pup out of the neighborhood on a good walk, tracking down or requesting my next book club book, reading, and of course the ongoing cooking and cleaning. I'm going to look at the possibility of a Happy Hour or at least a coffee meet-up with someone. I have a three day weekend with Monday off, but I should really spend it productively. Where's the fun in that? .