This Saturday morning is more pleasant than most; no one was rude, and some people were downright entertaining. One particular gentleman who I knew for his habit of coming through the drive-thru for change came into the lobby, instead, and embarked on a very strange line of conversation. He showed me the huge bandage on his thumb, telling me about the ganglion cyst he had removed, explaining why he needed his paperwork filled out for him, then asked me how long I'd been married. When I told him 21 years, he replied, Yeah, I thought you looked like you'd been married for awhile. I'm going to take that in the best possible way. Forty-three years! He exclaimed. I've been married for forty-three years, and after forty-three years, you think you know someone. He points to the large bills he's just given me to deposit, and states, she's a gambler! She went down to PN and lost two thousand dollars! Man, I used to keep money in a safe, but not now. I hauled her in front of the gaming commission and had her banned, so she'll be arrested next time she shows up. And she's in counseling....Gadzooks, I didn't know how to react to all this stuff. Good luck?
It's both cold and bright outside this morning, and one woman informs me that she was always hot during menopause, but now she's freezing, again. Another tells me of the long and winding road she traveled to get her job at the local library, and then Samiam arrives. His mother has dropped him off today, and there is certainly a story behind that, but darned if I will ever understand it. He was driving in the--woods? last night, and somehow his light is now missing, and his mirror is missing, and something else is missing (I couldn't keep up), and his alignment is so off that he has to cock the steering wheel to drive. Okay, I have experience with that, after what I did to my little red buddy, but what I don't understand was the WOODS part. Well, you see, my friend lives way out...yadayada...and then I needed to make a three-point turn....in the woods, right. It was awful! Being suck like that.
And then Bluff is talking about the fitness program she's started, she's paying $190 a month for a personal trainer and a health spa and her expert is telling her that cardio is a waste of time. It does nothing for you--some people get on a treadmill and spend 45 minutes there, but they are nuts. Unless you have a lot of weight to lose, it's a waste of your time. What you need is weight training and the right diet. I am biting my tongue in half. Billy Crystal's comedic character is real, now; it really is better to look good than to feel good.
As for me, I'm on my twentieth day of lexapro, and I am feeling better. It ended the meaningless crying jags immediately and does take the sharp edges off all the little things that were ganging up on me. Also, I never realized how nervous I always was--I don't think of myself as someone who experiences high anxiety, but I do. For instance, there is so much construction in this area that a routine drive to the nearby city and back has my fine hairs standing up because of the cattle shoots. Perhaps the medication will make me a better passenger? It would make Ekim happy if I'd stop covering my eyes and assuming the fetal position.