Monday

This is my third attempt to write something over the last two days. The trouble with blogging is that there are whole sections of life when you don't really have anything interesting happening. I try not to write mindless drivel, or complaints. It's not entertaining for long to read snarky jabs and curmudgeonous rants about how times have changed and it's all awful. However, I did say initially that I intend to write about my life and the things I like or that interest me. So what do you blog? I'm interested, since I don't read many blogs (though I do have a few favorites), and I'm pretty new to this whole thing.

Now it's Monday, and I feel the need to write about something to keep this thing going...

I guess I could write about the sculpture I had on display near my desk this morning - a pair of metal underwear. I was not really amused, which is unusual for me, and as the day wears on and I tell this story once more, I wonder why I was so affected. I have a strange, sometimes perverse sense of humor that I work very hard to contain so I don't offend anyone. It comes out at odd times and why it didn't this morning when I caught sight of those stainless steel, extra large y-fronts under glass makes me question if I'm losing the adolescent side of my personality. I fear the next thing to go is my ability to laugh at all those Monty Python sketches, or The Young Ones, or just the simple pratfalls of Buster Keaton. Then I realize it might be the fact that I don't really want to be represented at work by an extra large pair of metal underwear, no matter how much effort the artist put in to the detailing.

Then again, I could write about how I've been anxious for three days to go and get some sock wool and get to knitting a new pair of socks for myself. I have a pattern I use, but I wanted something kind of new where I could use smaller needles and make a pair that are closer fitting; so I found a new pattern on the internet and printed it out. I had hoped to go after work and get some wool and get started tonight, but it didn't work out. I'm hoping Tuesday will be a better day to shop. (The socks, by the way, will NOT be knitted in the red multi-color represented in the original pattern. I'm thinking about a nice brown or tan, or a dark gray to match my pants.) You might ask "Why socks?" They aren't the mind-numbingly long project that afghans or whole sweaters are; they go pretty fast; and they can be as fancy or as plain as you want. This fits my short attention span and my desire to have something to work on while I watch tv.

I could write about how I need to lose weight (like that's a new subject!). I have decided to go back to the beginning of my fitness plan and put in 5-7 minutes on the treadmill three or more days a week and eat the foods that are considered mood-lifting. Once I can regain the strength I had a couple years ago, I will go back to my fun workout on the weight machines.

I guess sometimes - maybe especially Mondays - the stuff you just have happening in your life is worth a few paragraphs. I hope my life gets a little more exciting soon...or at least a little less mundane and curmudgeonly. I hope you have had less (or more) of a Monday! It won't be too long before we are looking back on Tuesday.