Today is Halloween, the greatest holiday.
It’s a little anticlimactic here in Des Moines because of Beggars Night. I’m also feeling tired out from work and whatnot. The plan is to go for a run before the sun sets and it’s late in the day so doing so will be a challenge. Yesterday was a long teaching day and today I’ve been moving slow, tired from the long teaching day, so I have little to recollect. I’d gotten a notebook to keep in my pocket but misplaced it. I did call a car place about my heater going out, I can bring it in on Thursday so that’s alright I guess. I’d like it to be fixed in time for me to drive to work on Monday - since I get done late on Monday the buses will be infrequent and I don’t want to get home any later at night. Sometimes I’ve walked home from work and that’s nice really but my classes end too late in the day to make that worth it these days. Another reason to change up my teaching schedule. Holy moly this is boring! I should rename the blog ten minute tedium, yowza.Today I took a shower (this isn’t newsworthy, be patient). I was enjoying the warm and also a little frustrated by the cold air getting in around the edges of the shower curtain - we’re in that time of the year, and our old house is poorly insulated - so I was trying to somehow tuck the shower curtain a little at the ends so it would let in less of a draft and I discovered (this is part of the newsworthy bit, do you need to sit down? brace yourself) there are suction cups at the ends of the shower curtain. There’s a pair of pairs at the end by the faucet and a single pair at the back end. I just found this today - lucky Halloween! - after living in this house for seven or eight years. This is partly a comment on my powers of observation, or I could spin it as speaking to my powers of focus (in the shower I block out extraneous sensory detail because I’m busy concentrating on regrets), and perhaps my ability to be resigned to moderate unpleasantness (that’s how I managed to get through grad school!). Really I think it has a great deal to do with how very nearsighted I am, since I don’t wear my glasses in the shower. That’s not to say if I started wearing my glasses in the shower it’d cure my nearsightedness. But what if it did? It’d be a bit like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz - she had those shoes the whole time and could have clicked her heels at the very start without all that brouhaha.
I also had a cup of coffee today but it didn’t take. How’s that for a Halloween scary story?
