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Friday planning-ness
Oct. 25th, 2013 10:08 amSo, plans for today's lunch break involve:
- go buy a pair of jeans
- go buy running and tennis shoes
- have lunch
That's a pretty good plan, isn't it? And I even remembered to take a book, which I can read while having lunch in dignified leisure.
Re. jeans, I have to brag a tiny little bit. I bought a pair from Mango in April or May; having bought another pair a few weeks earlier, I was stupid enough to think that, if boot-cut size 40 fits, slim-fit 40 has to fit, too. This, as it turned out, was a mistake. I *could* close the fly, but had difficulties sitting (unless I fancied my innards being pushed up to lung level). So the pair was, if not forgotten, at least put on the wardrobe equivalent of a backburner. With Rambo's arrival in my already cat-infested life, I lost some more weight, and now... *cue drumroll* this particular pair of jeans doesn't just fit, it's actually a bit too large. The boot-cut one will go to charity, because it's so loose now that it doesn't look good anymore. Heh.
Running and tennis shoes are just routine, because if you use them a lot (which I do) you ought to change them at least once a year, even better twice.
Speaking of tennis: first lesson yesterday after almost exactly two tennis-deprived months, and it was glorious. Not so much because of the coach, who is ok but reminded me of a tired, careworn cart horse (I've mentally dubbed him Rosinante), but because of the sheer joy of playing. Horrendously expensive (coach + court for two hours --> € 100 o_O), but since I'm playing only once every two weeks, it's ok. Right forearm is very sore today, but it's just the muscles, no tennis elbow. The next lesson would be on the 7th, but since that's the day I'm going to Skopje, it'll have to be a bit earlier. And then, of course, Elena and I will play every day. And I'll have to tell her, once again, what a fantastic teacher she's been -- if my serve wasn't so lousy (which isn't her fault), I could've scored even more points against the coach. Mwahahaha. Poor Rosinante...
- go buy a pair of jeans
- go buy running and tennis shoes
- have lunch
That's a pretty good plan, isn't it? And I even remembered to take a book, which I can read while having lunch in dignified leisure.
Re. jeans, I have to brag a tiny little bit. I bought a pair from Mango in April or May; having bought another pair a few weeks earlier, I was stupid enough to think that, if boot-cut size 40 fits, slim-fit 40 has to fit, too. This, as it turned out, was a mistake. I *could* close the fly, but had difficulties sitting (unless I fancied my innards being pushed up to lung level). So the pair was, if not forgotten, at least put on the wardrobe equivalent of a backburner. With Rambo's arrival in my already cat-infested life, I lost some more weight, and now... *cue drumroll* this particular pair of jeans doesn't just fit, it's actually a bit too large. The boot-cut one will go to charity, because it's so loose now that it doesn't look good anymore. Heh.
Running and tennis shoes are just routine, because if you use them a lot (which I do) you ought to change them at least once a year, even better twice.
Speaking of tennis: first lesson yesterday after almost exactly two tennis-deprived months, and it was glorious. Not so much because of the coach, who is ok but reminded me of a tired, careworn cart horse (I've mentally dubbed him Rosinante), but because of the sheer joy of playing. Horrendously expensive (coach + court for two hours --> € 100 o_O), but since I'm playing only once every two weeks, it's ok. Right forearm is very sore today, but it's just the muscles, no tennis elbow. The next lesson would be on the 7th, but since that's the day I'm going to Skopje, it'll have to be a bit earlier. And then, of course, Elena and I will play every day. And I'll have to tell her, once again, what a fantastic teacher she's been -- if my serve wasn't so lousy (which isn't her fault), I could've scored even more points against the coach. Mwahahaha. Poor Rosinante...
