It’s Monday & I bought a couch

Except my couch is actually a loveseat. If you don’t know the difference between a loveseat and a couch, let me just explain to you that I now understand why it’s called a loveseat. Because, see, the loveseat is very intimate. In fact, you basically have to love the person sitting next to you on that thing because there is no space for anything between you except love.

The lump/leg on the right is my daughter.

My daughter has also made it a sport to poke me for no other reason than I am in reach. She, as I was writing this, asked me to come sit next to her so she could mess with me. It’s a lot of fun. (It’s not a lot of fun.)

I bought the couch loveseat without going to see it in person because I trust the brand and knew it would be comfortable. I also took measurements of my old couch so thought I knew exactly what I was getting into. Learn from me, people, because the length of the loveseat is the length of the non-chaise part of my previous couch, but what I didn’t account for nor measure was the size of the cushions.

It’s very plush and cute (I love the color), but those armrests take up way more room than you might think. My friend (who is moving out of the country this week–the tl;dr blog post about that is “I can’t believe she’s leaving me”) stopped by today to drop some stuff off, so got an opportunity to sit on the loveseat and test it out. She did not want to get up because (a) she made the mistake of sitting down but also (b) it is so comfy and cozy. She also said, “Our thighs would definitely be touching if we both sat on that thing.” By the time she’s back stateside (she claims she’ll be back in six months, but I’m not holding my breath), I should have a full-sized couch as well, so I don’t think it will be an issue. But I’m just letting you all know that the love part of the loveseat is accurate.

Anyway, the loveseat is the perfect size for the space, and I am very happy with it–it’s just going to take some time to be so closely seated next to whoever sits on the other side of me, even if it is just my daughter for now.

It’s Tuesday & my therapist got fired

Or, as the person who called me to tell me said, “terminated, effective immediately.”

Oh, and then a day or so later, we found out my daughter’s therapist was also fired–excuse me, terminated, effective immediately. So I’m sure you can imagine what a wild ride the last week and a half has been.

And how!

The good news is that neither were fired for patient violations of any kind. The bad news is no one will tell us exactly why they got fired, and all we can guess is that it had something to do with some kind of disagreement or something with whoever runs/owns the practice. The more pressing bad news is that my daughter and I are both out of therapists, and our therapists are out of jobs–in the middle of a global pandemic. Although, I guess they aren’t actually out of jobs since they’re both still practicing, but we are still out of our therapists that we both really, really liked because now they no longer take our insurance. So that sucks.

But, yes, because they were part of a practice, we are still patients of the practice, but we both still have to go through the business of readjusting to new therapists. I have liked everyone at the practice so far, so I have faith that it will be okay, but, man, it was a real bummer to get that news. Also, the person in charge of the practice called us both personally to check on us, and I asked her how we knew it wouldn’t happen again, and she said the fact that it even happened is rare so, basically, it BETTER not happen again. Or something to that effect.

Imagine working on your abandonment issues and this happens. What a doozy.

So, if you want to know what else I’ve been up to for the past week and a half or so besides course prep for work, there you go. Oh, I also bought a couch, but I guess that’s a topic for a different post. And here’s where I normally tell you what I’ve been watching and/or reading, but that feels out of place here as well.

W is for Water Aerobics #PandemicAlphabet

At the beginning of the pandemic, the Y closed, which was pretty bad, obviously, since as mentioned in previous entries, I was going to the gym 3-4 times per week for water aerobics and/or yoga and/or step aerobics (which I had recently decided to get back into because I figured I needed to do some actual exercise on land since gravity doesn’t care if you spend all of your time in the water when it’s time to reckon with moving your body on land). So, yes, I had a pretty good routine going, and I was bummed about the closing, but I decided to make the most of it and do the deal and start walking. And walking was (is!) great, really, but, you know, not the same as getting in the pool or even doing some more aerobic land exercises.

The thing is I’m pretty terrible at personal accountability when it comes to exercise on my own. The lack of structure means I can do it whenever I want, but whenever I want turns into the next day and then the next day and then the next day. I get bored easily when I work out by myself because every exercise feels like it takes a long time, so even though I intend to do an hour, I wind up just doing twenty minutes…if that. Also, the furniture is in the way and sometimes my XBox doesn’t load and on and on it goes.

Continue reading “W is for Water Aerobics #PandemicAlphabet”

At the beginning of the pandemic, the Y closed, which was pretty bad, obviously, since as mentioned in previous entries, I was going to the gym 3-4 times per week for water aerobics and/or yoga and/or step aerobics (which I had recently decided to get back into because I figured I needed to do some actual exercise on land since gravity doesn’t care if you spend all of your time in the water when it’s time to reckon with moving your body on land). So, yes, I had a pretty good routine going, and I was bummed about the closing, but I decided to make the most of it and do the deal and start walking. And walking was (is!) great, really, but, you know, not the same as getting in the pool or even doing some more aerobic land exercises.

The thing is I’m pretty terrible at personal accountability when it comes to exercise on my own. The lack of structure means I can do it whenever I want, but whenever I want turns into the next day and then the next day and then the next day. I get bored easily when I work out by myself because every exercise feels like it takes a long time, so even though I intend to do an hour, I wind up just doing twenty minutes…if that. Also, the furniture is in the way and sometimes my XBox doesn’t load and on and on it goes.

Continue reading “W is for Water Aerobics #PandemicAlphabet”

It’s Wednesday & I almost quit this site last week

Almost.

And only because I somehow got updated to the new block editor and almost LOST MY MIND with how confusing it is. Anyway, I am somehow way way back in the dashboard editor, so I am safe. For now. I didn’t finish the post I was working on (yet), but I wanted to get this posted first, so here we are.

Here. We. Are.

Barely.

Here’s what’s been happening since my last check-in post:

Continue reading “It’s Wednesday & I almost quit this site last week”