This morning, I had to emerge from my holiday fever dream for some reality-- luckily, it was a meeting with my good friend, mentor and partner-in-crime Nan.
If you're not a regular, Nan and I have been working together for a decade. I'm an author assistant of sorts for her. She's congenitally blind and a super-talented writer and editor. That's why she's one of the team at Parisian Phoenix Publishing.
Nan had written an essay, a humorous essay, "Large Object," about my daffy life and my ineptness with my own calendar.
I slightly overslept, perhaps because of my killer strength workout last night-- I benched 100 pounds with Andrew at Apex Training to meet my "Christmas Challenge."
It wasn't a good lift-- but it was two sloppy reps that I technically lifted off my chest.
What was even more exciting was the full-body engagement I experienced during the lift. I haven't been taking my muscle relaxer, Baclofen, and my legs have been stiff (and I wonder if some other symptoms I have had recently relate back to skipping meds) so I cramped pretty badly during the lifts. I came home and took the Baclofen and have continued it today, especially since yesterday I had a small trip.
So by the time I hauled my butt from bed on this damp, rainy, uncharacteristically 50-degree December day, I decided to take a Wawa coupon and get a free egg white, cheddar, honey turkey and spinach Shorti (with hot honey for the condiment) and man was that both basic and satisfying. (My blood pressure has been high, and up until yesterday I had been completely forgoing caffeine but that's another story.)
I then swung by Panera for my free iced coffee as a member of the Sips Club. I love Panera's coffee. This all meant going to Nan's house backwards-- which was a tad confusing especially in the rain. Do you ever do that? Get confused because you're going the opposite way as usual on familiar roads?
The essay Nan wanted to cover was, like I mentioned above, "Large Object." I giggled so hard while typing this because she captured the whole scenario so vividly. She also allowed me to do some footage for TikTok to introduce her on our Parisian Phoenix TikTok account.
From her essay:
Angel had a doctor's appointment, a writers' group audit and a job interview already on her calendar. As she checked her upcoming days, she suddenly started to laugh.
"Oh my," she said, "on Monday, my calendar says, 'LARGE OBJECT.' I have no idea what I meant."
I quipped, "What? The meteor will hit your roof? The dinosaur will arrive in your backyard Monday morning? Santa's sleigh practicing badly?"
Nancy Scott
The essay mentioned our love of planners, and I told Nan I finally got around to reviewing all of them that I had ordered for 2024. Then, I showed her the "winner." And once again she ooo-ed and ahh-ed and lamented that if she only had the sight to see these calendars. And one day, I promised we would look for Braille versions.
Upon returning home, I prepared the TikTok video and received some packages as part of the Amazon Vine program. Once was a surprise for the Teen. And it made her very happy. A corset. Frankly, I was relieved it fit.
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