Tomorrow will be a day to rest sore muscles. I will not lift and will instead do only cardio. If I wasn't so addicted to my aerobic exercise, I might even consider the unpardonable sin of not even bothering to go to the gym at all. Part of the reason I am sore is that I decided to try out a different machine that simulates jogging more than cross-country skiing, the latter of which is what a standard elliptical aims to recreate.
The job search continues. I am getting close to having filled out a grand total of 250 applications. The monotony of the process, nearly a month into it has seriously begun to wear on me. It's the same information, but every company wants it in a particular format or entered into its own unique system. Some web employment systems are so badly and lazily coded that it makes it absolutely impossible to apply altogether. Some are super clunky, complicating the process. Some of the are sneakily designed, like jobs for the US Army, which require you to fill out three pages worth of information before adding that a job is, of course, only promised if a person signs up to actually join the armed forces. I don't think so.
The very good news is that E has decided to come visit me from 4 June to 13 June. Her boss informed her early in the week that she had nearly three weeks vacation saved up and that unless she used it, she would lose it. She decided a trip to see me was in order. Yesterday she e-mailed me her flight itinerary which I have saved in my inbox. Her flight both arrives in the early evening and departs around the same time ten days later. That should make it easy enough to drive back and forth to the airport.
Since she loves the beach (even though I loathe it) I am going to take her down to Gulf Shores for two or three days of the time she'll be here. We found a room with a queen sized mattress and a respectable reputation for $100 a night. That's about the best one can do if one doesn't want a dirty roach motel. I expect we'll eat some excellent seafood, swim in the ocean, walk around the shore at night, and do all of those stereotypical romantic excursions. We'll be visiting in the middle of the week and even though the teenage kids will be out of school by then, most families with small children make a point to visit on weekends, so it won't be as crowded as it could be.
I told her that I was sorry that we couldn't go to the South of France. Her response was, "Well, it's the south of somewhere!"
The wonderful, horrible thing I keep thinking about is the honeymoon of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes. Much of it involved beaches and swimming in the ocean. We all know how that ended up, but apparently the honeymoon was a powerful, stirring experience for the both of them.
The job search continues. I am getting close to having filled out a grand total of 250 applications. The monotony of the process, nearly a month into it has seriously begun to wear on me. It's the same information, but every company wants it in a particular format or entered into its own unique system. Some web employment systems are so badly and lazily coded that it makes it absolutely impossible to apply altogether. Some are super clunky, complicating the process. Some of the are sneakily designed, like jobs for the US Army, which require you to fill out three pages worth of information before adding that a job is, of course, only promised if a person signs up to actually join the armed forces. I don't think so.
The very good news is that E has decided to come visit me from 4 June to 13 June. Her boss informed her early in the week that she had nearly three weeks vacation saved up and that unless she used it, she would lose it. She decided a trip to see me was in order. Yesterday she e-mailed me her flight itinerary which I have saved in my inbox. Her flight both arrives in the early evening and departs around the same time ten days later. That should make it easy enough to drive back and forth to the airport.
Since she loves the beach (even though I loathe it) I am going to take her down to Gulf Shores for two or three days of the time she'll be here. We found a room with a queen sized mattress and a respectable reputation for $100 a night. That's about the best one can do if one doesn't want a dirty roach motel. I expect we'll eat some excellent seafood, swim in the ocean, walk around the shore at night, and do all of those stereotypical romantic excursions. We'll be visiting in the middle of the week and even though the teenage kids will be out of school by then, most families with small children make a point to visit on weekends, so it won't be as crowded as it could be.
I told her that I was sorry that we couldn't go to the South of France. Her response was, "Well, it's the south of somewhere!"
The wonderful, horrible thing I keep thinking about is the honeymoon of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes. Much of it involved beaches and swimming in the ocean. We all know how that ended up, but apparently the honeymoon was a powerful, stirring experience for the both of them.
niobe:
Happy Earth Day! 
cabaretic:
Same to you!