Lordt, honeychile! I’m the Busted Flush, today. I can’t figure out what to write about!! Perfume? Nah. I’m awash in No5 – AGAIN! (my shoulder has been giving me the flux since the barometer dropped/rose/dropped again and No5 is the only solution. I sit in therapy (I am NOT having surgery on this shoulder – according to my PT if we can create enough scar tissue around the tear we should be able to shore it up – and I am here for that!) and whilst I am getting TENSed and ultrasounded, seeing my delts hop around like rice in a skillet, I think about my ridiculous Life Choices and realize that, ridiculous or not, this Life is apparently what the U has in store for me at the present time. I’m working out 7 days a week (oh, like you’re surprised 😉 but correctly, with heavy days broken up by stretching only, etc. I’ve made some new gym pals – and those pals have evolved into hanging-out pals (ish). I know it sounds absurd to be so damb happy about that but this is a totally tribal place, different from a larger, more urban area. People aren’t mean – they’re just in their own tribe – and it’s weird to encounter (and weirder to try to insert yourself into a tribe – in fact, it’s nearly impossible!). Crafting a New Tribe is doable (and if anyone can do it, I should be able to) but the focus is on the ‘doing’.
Our century-old Sale Barn burned down (to the ground) early Saturday morning. It was a wreck even before – but now there’s a gaping hole at the edge of town – and a large part of the area’s history is now gone. Luckily, this happened the week after the monthly sale – there were losses (3 horses and a donkey) but it could’ve been way more than that – on Sale weekend there are up to 70 horses at the barn.
Corsets. I haz one. Found it at Salvation Army for $2. Black woven silk. YAY! And I’m trying to get myself into it with a modicum of comfort Just Because. OMG. I need to spend quite a bit more time on the elliptical plus a few million more planks/crunches. I can close it. But I don’t like it. And I know that Dita von Teese would say ‘that’s as it should be’ – but I ain’t Dita von Teese. I’d like to breathe, thank you!
Do NOT ask me why I am doing this. I have no idea *– but a gal has to have a goal. Right? That corset is My Goal – at least for now.
- actually I know PERSACKLY why I’m doing it. The incongruity of finding a gorgeous, elegant CORSET! hanging on a rack amongst the local HS booster sweatshirts proved to be my undoing – and who doesn’t want to fit into a corset? And it’s that time of year when I’m a bit bored – so Challenge Accepted!!! And it’s not like it’s my first corset – but it’s been awhile. So… might as well give myself a goal for the frigid months!
So that’s what’s going on in my little world. What’s going on in yours? Lmk. I’ll have Monsieur poke a pawnail in thanks for your patience – and he’ll poke TWICE! because Holidays! and we’ll send out some goodies from Surrender to Chance!