Anthropology

213.6 (whatever)

One of the nurses at my office with whom I have become friendly was intrigued to hear about our plans to try speed dating. "A" is just over 40, married, with tween-aged boys. It's funny to me how married people react to single people and our pursuit of romance; sometimes I feel like an anthropological study subject. (I feel this with some of my married friends, too.) It's like the person is writing a dissertation on "The Dating Habits of the Single Woman in Her Mid-to-Late 30's." LOL I guess I should be glad to provide a diversion for these happily-marrieds.

I actually hit the treadmill this morning before work, something I haven't done in a while. (I haven't been on the treadmill at all for a couple of weeks at least. . . and I haven't exercised in the mornings since I was back in Tucson and first living in the house without SL.) It felt good to work up a sweat, and, as I'd predicted, the exercise room was quite pleasant in the morning (as well as being completely empty except for me). I did the usual brisk walk for 5 minutes, alternating with slow jog for 2-2 1/2 minutes, for a total of 2 miles in a little over 31 minutes. It'd be nice to be able to jog the entire 2 miles, but I'm definitely not there yet.

It's been nice having my mom staying with me. She is going to leave tomorrow to go to Las Cruces and visit friends for several days. By the time she returns next Wednesday, I hope to have the new bedroom furniture assembled and her room set up. She has been sleeping in my bed, in my room, since she arrived, while I have been sleeping in the otherwise-empty second bedroom on a twin-sized air mattress. I have to admit that the last few nights sleep have not been very restful for me on the air mattress; it'll be nice to actually sleep in a bed again!

Of course, all of this upheaval is completely my own fault: I've known since at least early July (if not longer) that my mom would be coming to stay with me the week before Labor Day. With the move, the new job, and my customary laziness, I let the time get away from me without making the needed preparations. Pretty typical of me. ;)

KC and I are going to head out to one of our old haunts on Saturday night, too. When we lived in Phoenix back in early 2000, there was a certain Scottsdale bar that we went to about every other Saturday to hear an 80's cover band. (I actually met a man with whom I had a fairly serious, several-months-long relationship there the first time we went.) The same group still plays there on Saturdays, so we are going to go check it out. It may be lame--the crowd may have changed, and we're 7 years older--but we'll see.