Susan Dennis (susandennis) wrote,
Susan Dennis

Go to your room!!

When I was little, in the 50's, time out hadn't been invented yet. When we misbehaved mostly we got spanked and sent to our rooms. I was spanked a few times, not often, but I was sent to my room a lot until, my Mom discovered that I loved quiet, uninterrupted time in my room. That just stymied her program all together.

I still love time in my room only now my room is a condo. If I had a lap pool in here, I'd never leave at all. Except maybe.

I haven't been anywhere since mid last week (except to the pool and home with the windows rolled up) because of the smoke mainly but also because of the heat. Today we are saying goodbye to both - not exactly a fond farewell, more like a don't let the door hit you in the ass kind of goodbye.

And, to be honest, I'm ready to bust outta this joint. And I think I'm going to give it a go today. There's a semi-new poke joint in the International District. I have to go past the good burger place AND the outstanding grill cheese counter plus the Uwajimaya poke bowls to get there. And it's supposed to be hot and by then (11ish?) the sun will be out but, heck, I think it's worth a shot. Also, I got a little indication this morning that maybe my inhaler experiment isn't as successful as I thought. I ran out of breath climbing the steps to the gym which rarely happens any more. I think I need a lung stress test.

And, besides, why not. I've been good. ish.

I'm coming across more and more things available only on Facebook. I bought a pattern and there was one tricky bit so I went to the website to find an explanation and I did, they kindly provide a short video to show how to do it... on Facebook. And, no, not available if you don't have a Facebook account. Restaurants who provide their opening times and menus on Facebook pages - again not public. Information and pictures only available with a Facebook account.

Fuck it. While I would love to see the stuff and hate the 'You must sign in to view' page, there is nothing that is that important enough to me. I may well be cutting off my nose to spite my face but so far it's worth it.

And just this morning I read an article about how I'm not using Instagram correctly. It took a while to noodle it out but, apparently, THE only point in Instagram is to collect hearts and followers. What about if I just wanna post the pictures of what I want to post about and I don't care who hearts or follows? Sounds like that's not allowed. The Instagram police will be on my ass. No worries. My ass is large, plenty of room. Hop on.

Ok, I think I'll go sew up the swim suit while I wait for lunch time.
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