Midweek Meanderings

This was a day for trying to accomplish little tasks and for taking my time doing just that. Trying to meet those two goals in concurrence took some effort. I'm not sure if is realistic to expect to relax on my one day out of the office during the work week, but I tried. Harry helped. Harry Connick, Jr. More about him in a little bit.

First, let me digress. I want to join the ranks of those who are speaking out in scorn and disdain of the evil monster dubbed "BlackBerry". The vile creature has been vibrating at me all day. I've attempted to set the profile (whatever the hell that is) so that the little beast will not notify me of new emails, only pages. But nooooo! It won't obey me. It has it's own agenda, which I believe is to remind me each 3 or 4 minutes that I am a slave to the State of Texas. Prior to receiving this 5 by 8 centimeter piece of potential rancor, I considered myself a mere employee of the former Republic. Yuch, yuch, yuch.

So, back to Wednesday. I drove over to the Galleria area first thing this morning. Needed to pick up W's mail. I'm so glad there are quick ways around 610 traffic. It was just zip in, and zip out. Easy cheezy. Yea!

Then to see my dentist. What a hoot she is. Just making sure things are ok because I lost a little filling and I don't want to go to Mexico if there is work to be done. She reassured me, and she'll fix it in a couple weeks. She is always so BIG with her hand gestures, and words, and expressions. I suggested that she might want to come observe surgery with me and she was so very excited at the prospect. I kind of got a little lost in her parking garage trying to find my car. Had to just laugh at myself. I mean, really, I can find my way all over Houston, but lose my car in a garage. I found it...eventually.

I'm trying to find Astros jerseys. I guess Hunter Pence doesn't have an official jersey out yet. I found a kid's XL tshirt for me. It'll do until I find something else. The guy working the counter at Sports Authority wasn't so helpful.
Me: "I'm wondering when you might have Hunter Pence jerseys available."
Him: "Who?"
Me: "Hunter Pence, he plays for the Astros???"
Him: "What's he play?"
Me: "Center field. Really?"
Him: "What's his name?"
Me: "Hey, thanks anyway."
Sports Authority, rriiight.

Next was DSW. That's shoes. Ok. For me, it's like a bakery when I'm on a strict diet. I tried on the Laurens, and bought the keds, on sale for $15. I might as well have smelled chocolate and had sugar free gum. Damn those Laurens looked good.

I ducked into The Container Store. That's got to be one of the silliest stores I've ever seen. Who needs all that stuff? A person can buy a special canvas pocketed container to hang on the front door to make sure he doesn't forget to take things with him when he leaves his place in the morning. For the low, low price of $12.99. Or, he could do it my way. Set things on the corner of the table by the door. Sheesh!

Somewhere in between all that I stopped by my car dealer and my guy says he can fix my broken mirror for less than a hundred bucks. Cool. And Central Market helped me stock up on fresh veggies and fruit.

Oh, and Harry? Lovely, lovely music all morning long. Voice so smooth and lyrics so open and romantic. His music is all someone sappy like me could possibly hope for. I'm a big fan of Wednesdays such as this. I sailed through my morning. And I took that beast off my hip. I started checking for pages every 15 minutes or so. That way, I was in charge.