Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Friday, June 19
Here’s the latest on the Sparrow medical front:
I am only a little sore following yesterday’s workout, the first in three months…My ass is moderately sore following squats, tho the soreness in my chest and shoulders and hardly noticeable.
I really bit my tongue good at the Mexican joint yesterday, too…I’ll be honest, I seldom wear the falsies while eating and I’ve taken to removing the covertly at the Mexican joint now that the dining room is open again…Usually, this isn’t a big deal…You do have to pay a bit more attention than usual and I wasn’t and when I bit into a taquito I didn’t fully get a tooth sunk into it and it slipped and my tooth bit into my tongue…It stung pretty good, too, and when it didn’t go away I looked at it in the bathroom mirror and good gravy, there was a nice gash there…It doesn’t burn when I drink morning coffee, thank goodness, but I still run into it while eating.
The other thing I’m whining about right now is a pain in my left ear…I first noticed it when I stuck the end of a pen into it yesterday to scratch it and again when I put my (new) earplugs in prior to going beddy-by…I have no idea how this happened, none whatsoever…My first thought was a mosquito got in there looking for a meal, but that is mere conjecture.
For reasons I am not entirely prepared to explain, I carried my new pocket knife with me to the Veterans Service Office (VSO) today…Now, bringing it to the hotel is OK because it is used fairly regularly, tho perhaps not all that often, but I need it even less at the VSO…In fact, I don’t need it at all because there are never any packages or boxes that need opening at the VSO.
In other Gear News, I put my phone holster on the other way this morning…Recall earlier this year my suh-weet leather, $60 holster started coming apart…The company considered this normal wear and tear, even after only a year of service, and declined to replace it, so I bought a $10 one at the hardware store in the next county that I remain very pleased with…You might recall that it can go on the horizontally or vertically and that ol’ Sparrow ultimately decided on horizontal with the flap facing to the front.
Well, this morning I was putting my belt on and I inadvertently placed the flap facing backward…I noticed this immediately and made preparations to switch it but then I thought what the hell, let’s leave it facing backward and see what happens and I must admit it felt rather comfortable using it facing backward, tho it’s too soon to say if this will become permanent.
The bank book didn’t immediately balance and in a sign of ol’ Sparrow’s new financial wizardry I was able to reckon the $35 difference without a calculator AND immediately knew the difference was because the check for the gym hadn’t cleared yet…Such brilliance probably means that once the divorce becomes final yours truly should probably start investing in the stock market.
About noon at the Veterans Service Office (VSO) the delusions about making my own Stromboli returned…What with the gym being opened again I anticipate returning to having a modicum of discipline vis-a-vis my personal diet and if I am going to surrender and make a Stromboli at home it’s best to get it out of my system soonest and I actually found myself at the nearest grocery store after knocking off…(Not the retailer, which wouldn’t have everything I needed, and not the grocery store in the same complex which is farther down the highway than this one.)
I got a cart – a full-sized one, no less, – and started wandering around and before you know it the prospect of procuring ingredients, lugging them home and assembling them into something tasty to eat seemed rather overwhelming and BOOM, I wasn’t in the mood to make my own Stromboli anymore…The fever had passed…Thank goodness, too, because regular readers of the crap know I would have screwed it up, anyway.
As long as I was there, tho, I scoped out their frozen pizzas…My own opinion is the Leading National Brands are completely without merit but recall the retailer house brand pizza is pretty good, so ol’ Sparrow looked into the house brand there, their Signature Series or something like that, and it looked pretty good especially the flatbread bacon/chicken/ranch deal…Not only that, I could enter The Ex’s phone number at the check stand and enjoy a club price of $3.99, right up my alley.
I have no idea why I went with the frozen pizza…Officially, I was tired and sold myself on the idea that the 1-hour hassle of making a Stromboli would keep me up past my usual Friday bedtime, but that was only because that was what I wanted to hear…I have always been averse to cooking anything of substance for myself.
As it was, it turned out I was also averse to putting something in the oven, because when I returned to The Shire I couldn’t be bothered to heat up a frozen pizza…I got home, fussed with the cat, put my stuff up and stood in the kitchen with my hands on my hips and ended up putting the pizza in the freezer and making the remaining hot dogs!!!
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1800 Thursday until 0200 Friday…A solid 8.0 hours for the night and 38.0 for the week, the second-highest total since late April.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.
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