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The last few days have been relatively uneventful, over all.
Monday, I had lunch at El Porton with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dragonpurr and her charges: her son, and another rug rat who she watches during the day. It was fun to catch up with her.
I came home that day, and decided to clean my car. Now, I admit that I didn't wash it, though I hit the inside with a vacuum cleaner, Formula 409, Windex, Tuff Stuff Spot Remover, and brushes and rags. It took me around two hours, during which time I ran through a substantial bit of my "Metal Overload" playlist, got to see the gorgeous neighbor walking her dog, and sweated a great deal. I grabbed a sponge and the hose, though, because I realized I had neglected my poor car long enough that the top was covered in slowly oxidizing dirt. Fortunately, it didn't eat into the finish, though I have to be vigilant against that happening again.
I cleaned up and did a little grocery shopping at the Neighborhood Market around the corner from my house. I spent the whole time listening to my iPod, which was a lot of fun, and reminded me of the days when I was a teenager, shopping with my dad. I would have my cassette walkman on, and would push the basket around the store, while my dad chose what went into it, more or less. But I digress.. I felt rather accomplished, because I also came home, cooked a simple Hamburger Helper dinner, but actually made some corn to go with it, and managed portion control decently (though not as good as I know I should/could).
On Tuesday, I did the same sort of thing, but for my room. I've been good about cleaning things around the house, but my poor room suffered greatly. That morning, though, I assaulted it with Febreze, Windex, Formula 409, a vacuum cleaner, and rags. I cleaned the tops of picture frames, dusted under my monitor and printer, made my bed, and generally scrubbed the room until it shone.
Then, that afternoon, I had a pleasant surprise in that April, Charles' girlfriend, was off work early. She picked me up, we had a small pseudo-lunch of appetizers at O'Charley's, checked out a metaphysical shop here in Bartlett, and just talked a bit. For some reason, I'm comfortable around her, and am able to confide in her some of my problems/fears (I'm sure it helps that, despite dating Charles, she's not actually part of the household, so there's a certain detachment). We met up with Charles around 7pm, had dinner at Logan's, and called it a night.
The subject came up -- and I am inclined to agree -- that I need to go on more "real" vacations when I get vacation time off from work. I can count on my thumbs how many times I've done something with my vacations in the last 8 years. Of course, I'm giving that a shot this weekend, when Charles and I are going to go to some land he and friends have in Corinth. There, I will be learning to shoot, ride a 4 wheeler (ATV), hike trails, stargaze (despite the full moon), and even testing my bicycle's off road capabilities. It's only from Friday evening till late Saturday, but it seems like it could be a lot of fun, and I'm looking forward to getting away from the humdrum of everyday life, even if it's only for a day.
Work today was rough, because the morning checker called in. However, things went VERY smoothly. I decided that I wasn't going to get bent out of shape, just because I couldn't start working in accounting first thing like I'm supposed to do. I knew it'd get done today, I knew I wasn't at fault for its delay, and I knew someone was coming in who'd help me get done, so I pushed it out of my mind. I honestly think that I actually managed not to worry about things that were out of my control. Oh, it may seem like an easy thing for some of you, but I cannot function unless things are going as planned, and I worry about everything. I feel like I'm making progress. :) I came home, decided I was tired, and took a nice little nap -- that turned into a three hour mega-nap. Thankfully, I don't work until 10am tomorrow (Thursday), so I have time to sleep once I do lay down.
Now, to explain the title of this post. My phone is about three years old, and I've not had to change the battery in all that time. It runs quite well, considering it's probably past its last leg. :) Today, the battery had run out of juice, so I cut it off while I slept. I stuck it on the cable on my computer to charge it when I woke up later, and found the message "Unable to Charge" on the display. This worried me, because I know that the battery has got to reach the point it won't hold a charge at all, and I am not really ready for it to be now. However, I took the battery out, cleaned off the contacts, and put it back on, and it booted up properly (though still lacking in charge). Thankfully, once it reached this state, I was able to get it to start charging off the USB cable. Seems like a phone battery -- if not a full upgrade -- is in my future.
Time for bed, folks. Have a good night.
Monday, I had lunch at El Porton with
dragonpurr and her charges: her son, and another rug rat who she watches during the day. It was fun to catch up with her. I came home that day, and decided to clean my car. Now, I admit that I didn't wash it, though I hit the inside with a vacuum cleaner, Formula 409, Windex, Tuff Stuff Spot Remover, and brushes and rags. It took me around two hours, during which time I ran through a substantial bit of my "Metal Overload" playlist, got to see the gorgeous neighbor walking her dog, and sweated a great deal. I grabbed a sponge and the hose, though, because I realized I had neglected my poor car long enough that the top was covered in slowly oxidizing dirt. Fortunately, it didn't eat into the finish, though I have to be vigilant against that happening again.
I cleaned up and did a little grocery shopping at the Neighborhood Market around the corner from my house. I spent the whole time listening to my iPod, which was a lot of fun, and reminded me of the days when I was a teenager, shopping with my dad. I would have my cassette walkman on, and would push the basket around the store, while my dad chose what went into it, more or less. But I digress.. I felt rather accomplished, because I also came home, cooked a simple Hamburger Helper dinner, but actually made some corn to go with it, and managed portion control decently (though not as good as I know I should/could).
On Tuesday, I did the same sort of thing, but for my room. I've been good about cleaning things around the house, but my poor room suffered greatly. That morning, though, I assaulted it with Febreze, Windex, Formula 409, a vacuum cleaner, and rags. I cleaned the tops of picture frames, dusted under my monitor and printer, made my bed, and generally scrubbed the room until it shone.
Then, that afternoon, I had a pleasant surprise in that April, Charles' girlfriend, was off work early. She picked me up, we had a small pseudo-lunch of appetizers at O'Charley's, checked out a metaphysical shop here in Bartlett, and just talked a bit. For some reason, I'm comfortable around her, and am able to confide in her some of my problems/fears (I'm sure it helps that, despite dating Charles, she's not actually part of the household, so there's a certain detachment). We met up with Charles around 7pm, had dinner at Logan's, and called it a night.
The subject came up -- and I am inclined to agree -- that I need to go on more "real" vacations when I get vacation time off from work. I can count on my thumbs how many times I've done something with my vacations in the last 8 years. Of course, I'm giving that a shot this weekend, when Charles and I are going to go to some land he and friends have in Corinth. There, I will be learning to shoot, ride a 4 wheeler (ATV), hike trails, stargaze (despite the full moon), and even testing my bicycle's off road capabilities. It's only from Friday evening till late Saturday, but it seems like it could be a lot of fun, and I'm looking forward to getting away from the humdrum of everyday life, even if it's only for a day.
Work today was rough, because the morning checker called in. However, things went VERY smoothly. I decided that I wasn't going to get bent out of shape, just because I couldn't start working in accounting first thing like I'm supposed to do. I knew it'd get done today, I knew I wasn't at fault for its delay, and I knew someone was coming in who'd help me get done, so I pushed it out of my mind. I honestly think that I actually managed not to worry about things that were out of my control. Oh, it may seem like an easy thing for some of you, but I cannot function unless things are going as planned, and I worry about everything. I feel like I'm making progress. :) I came home, decided I was tired, and took a nice little nap -- that turned into a three hour mega-nap. Thankfully, I don't work until 10am tomorrow (Thursday), so I have time to sleep once I do lay down.
Now, to explain the title of this post. My phone is about three years old, and I've not had to change the battery in all that time. It runs quite well, considering it's probably past its last leg. :) Today, the battery had run out of juice, so I cut it off while I slept. I stuck it on the cable on my computer to charge it when I woke up later, and found the message "Unable to Charge" on the display. This worried me, because I know that the battery has got to reach the point it won't hold a charge at all, and I am not really ready for it to be now. However, I took the battery out, cleaned off the contacts, and put it back on, and it booted up properly (though still lacking in charge). Thankfully, once it reached this state, I was able to get it to start charging off the USB cable. Seems like a phone battery -- if not a full upgrade -- is in my future.
Time for bed, folks. Have a good night.
