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Definitely not twenty anymore
Sep. 27th, 2013 06:35 pmNot that I was unaware of the fact that I'm very close to 50. I wasn't quite expecting, though, to feel the effect of stress, little sleep and lots of hard work as strongly as I do. Or rather, I thought I'd recover more quickly.
Well, obviously I don't.
Fortunately I don't really mind -- at my age, it's still relatively easy to accept that one is ageing, and that ageing has certain side effects apart from infinite wisdom and a certain nonchalance as to other people's opinions of oneself, because said side effects aren't yet threatening either personal dignity or freedom.
Besides, I'm wary of age-defiance; my mother being a fairly striking example of what can happen to you if you base your sense of self-worth entirely on "functioning properly".
So, after having a no-sports day yesterday, I took the executive decision to make today another no-sports day, and instead went about organizing my CDs, doing a bit of hoovering, selling the first 38 of my no longer needed books, having fun with the Critters, and so on. Neither is the world going towards an untimely apocalypse, nor am I going to wake up fat tomorrow morning, if I take the rest my body obviously needs. Not to forget the mind, because I am, after all, starting a new chapter of my life, and although I'm doing so with a positive outlook and based on my own free choices, it's nevertheless a big change.
In the spirit of making my life easier for myself, I also decided -- last week already -- that I'm neither going to iron my own sheets, nor do I intend to waste precious Barbara-time (she'll have time to come only once a month) by making her iron them. Since I like my sheets ironed, I'm simply taking them to be laundered, which is surprisingly affordable; if you consider that dry-cleaning a pair of trousers costs € 8, the € 10 they demand for a complete set of bedding isn't all that much. So that's taken care of.
The quote for repairing my whisky-addled laptop arrived yesterday: it's slightly under € 300. Since neither Norton nor Microsoft Office seem to have any intention of letting me transfer their products to the new laptop, and since, more importantly, I HATE!!!!! the Version of Windows it's running on, I'm giving the new one to Slavica and keeping the old one. I know it sounds crazy, but the old one is less than two years old, and I just like it better. For Slavica it won't make any difference -- she doesn't need MS Office.
That ought to be the last of the big expenses, or so I hope. You never know after all.
The one thing I want to treat myself to is a Dyson vacuum cleaner, but that can wait a bit. And I suppose that the tv will be shuffling its mortal coil sooner rather than later -- it's over six years old -- but that bridge, too, will be crossed when I come to it.
Tomorrow I'll have to call the cable tv's customer service -- for some reason unknown to me, the tv doesn't recognize the receiver. Maybe I made some mistake... no idea. But that's what customer service is for, after all.
Good weekends to all of you!! *waves*
Well, obviously I don't.
Fortunately I don't really mind -- at my age, it's still relatively easy to accept that one is ageing, and that ageing has certain side effects apart from infinite wisdom and a certain nonchalance as to other people's opinions of oneself, because said side effects aren't yet threatening either personal dignity or freedom.
Besides, I'm wary of age-defiance; my mother being a fairly striking example of what can happen to you if you base your sense of self-worth entirely on "functioning properly".
So, after having a no-sports day yesterday, I took the executive decision to make today another no-sports day, and instead went about organizing my CDs, doing a bit of hoovering, selling the first 38 of my no longer needed books, having fun with the Critters, and so on. Neither is the world going towards an untimely apocalypse, nor am I going to wake up fat tomorrow morning, if I take the rest my body obviously needs. Not to forget the mind, because I am, after all, starting a new chapter of my life, and although I'm doing so with a positive outlook and based on my own free choices, it's nevertheless a big change.
In the spirit of making my life easier for myself, I also decided -- last week already -- that I'm neither going to iron my own sheets, nor do I intend to waste precious Barbara-time (she'll have time to come only once a month) by making her iron them. Since I like my sheets ironed, I'm simply taking them to be laundered, which is surprisingly affordable; if you consider that dry-cleaning a pair of trousers costs € 8, the € 10 they demand for a complete set of bedding isn't all that much. So that's taken care of.
The quote for repairing my whisky-addled laptop arrived yesterday: it's slightly under € 300. Since neither Norton nor Microsoft Office seem to have any intention of letting me transfer their products to the new laptop, and since, more importantly, I HATE!!!!! the Version of Windows it's running on, I'm giving the new one to Slavica and keeping the old one. I know it sounds crazy, but the old one is less than two years old, and I just like it better. For Slavica it won't make any difference -- she doesn't need MS Office.
That ought to be the last of the big expenses, or so I hope. You never know after all.
The one thing I want to treat myself to is a Dyson vacuum cleaner, but that can wait a bit. And I suppose that the tv will be shuffling its mortal coil sooner rather than later -- it's over six years old -- but that bridge, too, will be crossed when I come to it.
Tomorrow I'll have to call the cable tv's customer service -- for some reason unknown to me, the tv doesn't recognize the receiver. Maybe I made some mistake... no idea. But that's what customer service is for, after all.
Good weekends to all of you!! *waves*
