I think as I’m getting older, my patience is tending to wane. I’m also getting more and more incapable of remaining in an upright position…in any situation. See this. AND, my ability to stay attentive and focused on something any longer than sixty seconds is careening into near dementia-like capacity. Seriously.
I’ve noticed lately, that when directions are given (like in bootcamp class) I listen for all of five whole seconds and then my mind wanders… ‘gee, I wonder how long I can hold my breath under water these days. I wonder if the weather is going to get any better by the time I leave. Has the U.S totally gone bonkers? Trump is a royal asshole. What? Bicep curl, got it. Gee, did I turn off the stove this morning? I DON’T USE THE STOVE AT 5AM. Gawd, pay attention. What did she say? What the hell does French Press mean? Like, Garlic press but better because it’s French and so… wine? I don’t think there’s wine here. Did I buy wine? Do I need some for tonight? Who’s coming over for wine? I love wine.’
Then, by the time the actual workout station is upon me, I have totally forgotten/not noticed/no fucking clue what the hell ‘lateral row with elastic’ means, so I invariably make it up. Yep, I’m there doing some shit I totally invented thinking, ‘Gawd, this must be it’ and ‘I’m totally killing this shit’. Then coach eyes me suspiciously and comes over to show me the opposite of what I’m doing…so, I’m wrong? How did THAT happen? I think my new exercise rocks….or not.
Is it sunny out yet?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO DO IT AGAIN?!
So it goes for daily work, family stuff…writing time…driving…I really shouldn’t drive with children or impressionable youth in my car. I tend to be, um, what’s the word…annoyed? Hmm….INTOLERANT is probably a better description. It’s my inability to comprehend the logic behind many, many drivers on the roads which sends me into classic tirades on considerate driving habits, rules of the road, WHY NO ONE KNOWS WHAT MERGE REALLY MEANS. Struggles.
So, getting back to the original topic I’m turning fifty, I’m losing my mind, I can’t walk on ice or rain soaked pavement, I hate drivers, I love dogs and I love wine.
- Downton Abbey totally gets the “This Shit is Awesome” Award for Edith’s epic rant of simply “YOU’RE A BITCH, MARY!!”
And so she is, Edith. So. She. Is.
I think I fist pumped the dog after that one.