Month: July 2011

Today I was asking my office mates for some blog post ideas. I want to write more but I don’t get ideas on a daily basis. One colleague suggested writing about the things I am up to. But my blog is not about my daily life, I’m just not that exciting on an hour-by-hour basis. (Another colleague refused to believe I am a bit of a homebody and often enjoy my own quiet company to a night of socializing.)

For example, I could write about last night:

On the way home I picked up some cucumbers and tomatoes for the gazpacho I had planned for dinner. I came home and noticed the blender accoutrements were still in the dishwasher. So I washed them by hand. Then I chopped up the vegetables, blended all the ingredients and popped the soup in the fridge to chill.

Later, I ate my soup with my dinner companion of many years, Judge Judy. After some television I headed upstairs for my nightly bath with a good book.

Before I went to sleep I laid out my clothes — like I’ve been doing since I was a teen —for the next day. (My Mother did this for me when I was a kid and it stuck. It’s a good habit for someone who is barely functional in the first hour or so of the morning.)

See? Not that thrilling. If I decided to write about my regular life, I’d lose all of you to someone more exciting.

Another colleague (the last one in this tale) suggested I write about my new jeggings. Finally an idea I can run with…

Yes, today I wore these new pseudo jeans with no zipper and fake pockets. Every time I went to freshen up, I forgot I had to pull them off. Tucking in a undershirt into them was also an interesting elasticized experience, as was trying repeatedly to put things in nonexistent pockets. But I don’t think I can devote a whole post to my new pants no matter how flattering they indeed are.

I suppose I could write about my days at work and while I do enjoy my job, it’s not entertaining blog fodder. And besides, I’m a firm believer in not writing about my work (in any detail) in a public forum. So what’s left?

It seems we’re back to jeggings. So from now on, this blog will be dedicated to this new fashion innovation.

All jeggings, all the time.

Despite getting a “Christine has a good vocabulary” note in virtually every elementary school report card, I never really understood what a “pollyanna” was, I always assumed it meant a “goody two-shoes”.

But it means — not that you, my three readers don’t know — a person who only sees the positive in every situation and absolutely refuses to acknowledge very real and negative consequences.

Or put simply, an irritating optimist. Imagine a person who’s house has just burned down to the ground but still has “their health”.

Well, my health is fine but if my house went up in flames I would not be thinking about my outstanding cardiovascular fitness. I’d be cursing the damn electrician who messed up my wiring. I probably would even use a word or two that would raise (singed) eyebrows.

If it is possible, I am a cheerful pessimist. I don’t think everything is going to be okay. I know full well that bad things can and do happen all the time. I could lose my job, get a horrible disease or just chop off the tip of my finger chopping onions. None of that’s cool but it’s all possible.

Yet I get up in every morning looking forward to my walk to work.

But I don’t ever jaywalk. I could get hit by a car or — more likely given my route — a bicycle running a stop sign going the wrong way on a one-way street. And rest assured, I shake my little fist at all of them with righteous indignation; an attitude I am more familiar with.