The timer is set for 15 minutes, because I need to get up and walk around. I have occasional lower back issues, and this past week was a doozy. I can’t focus enough for a cohesive piece of writing, particularly because I can’t sit for too long. So it’s a stream of consciousness type of post, in an effort to hold onto that slippery writing mojo.
When the only comfortable position I can maintain is lying on my side, I turn to television. Over the last two weeks I watched both seasons of Red Oaks, an Amazon Prime original. I loved it for many reasons:
- Each episode is about 25 minutes, and each season has ten episodes. It’s binge watching that doesn’t bring the rest of your life to a screeching halt.
- It is a comedy.
- It is set at a New Jersey country club in the summer of 1985. The hairstyles alone are hysterical.
- The only actors I knew were Paul Reiser, Jennifer Gray, and Richard Kind. The men were both on Mad About You, which is my favorite show ever, until it jumped the shark and they had a baby named Mabel.
I’m attending a cocktail-attire event on Saturday, and my typical four-inch heels are painful at best, but most likely impossible. I ordered four pairs of lower heeled shoes online, and one of them will work. They are lacking the fashion-forwardness I enjoy in a pair of shoes, and it hurts me to sacrifice fashion for comfort. But at least I am now standing upright.
We went sofa shopping on Saturday, and while comparing two, the full-of-sh*t salesman likened them to a Subaru and a Maserati. One was double the price of the other, and Matt continued the analogy by saying, “They may be a Subaru and a Maserati, but I don’t need a Maserati to drive to the grocery store.”
We ordered the Subaru sofa.
By Monday I was able to put on my own socks. In my world, that is newsworthy. Oh, and my timer just went off, so excuse me while I get up and walk around for five minutes.
Our guest bedroom is the one room in the house (besides the laundry room) that has never been painted. I finally hired someone to paint it, but when I told him the color, I accidentally gave him the wrong color number. Fortunately it’s only one shade darker, and it still looks good. As my family would say, #TypicalDana.
I participated in a heated discussion about pronunciation the other night, and I posed this question: Are these words pronounced differently? Mary, merry, marry. To me, they are pronounced three different ways. Mary with the “air” sound, merry with the “eh” sound, and marry with the short /a/ sound. Not everyone agreed with me, and a lively debate ensued. Each party refused to budge, but we laughed a lot.
Between the two of us, Matt and I can handle most things. We are fairly intelligent and knowledgeable, and even when faced with the uncertainties of parenting, at least one of us can usually figure out how to muddle through.
We met our match: rush. Or is it a proper noun, Rush? As in our college freshman rushing a sorority, which is an expression I didn’t even know existed until recently. Neither of us have ever felt so clueless, even when that freshman was a crying, pooping, peeing newborn. Fortunately, our baby is perfectly capable of navigating her way through rush; she is now pledging a sorority, and is thrilled with her new sisters. I’m relieved that I can start feeling a little bit smart again.
To close, I have a dilemma that I’m hoping one of my three readers can solve. I love reading, but the state of my back demands that I no longer lounge in bed or on the sofa with a good book. I’m contemplating various hands-free book stands that would allow me to sit upright without holding a book up in front of me. If you have any suggestions, please let me know!
Until next week…when hopefully my head will be in the game and my back will be spasm-free.