Today’s entry is on the house. It’s Read Free Fortnight, after all.
Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Thursday, January 21
I gave the cabin a solid Level II cleaning this morning, something desperately needed because a Level II cleaning – as opposed to the basic Level I cleaning – has been needed since last week…But I couldn’t be bothered to do it last week, of course, but ol’ Sparrow was highly motivated this week.
I started with the dishes, always a Thursday staple, and hardly for the first time started fretting about that sponge with a handle I use…I fret because I think it uses more dish soap than is needed because you put the soap directly into the handle and there’s a hole in the sponge that dispenses the soap…The problem is it dispenses it all the time, as opposed to squirting some in the sink and filling it with water, where you’re using a fixed amount…A couple of things, as usual, immediately came to mind: 1) it’s not as if dishwashing is a daily occurrence here at The Shire, so we don’t use all that much dish soap, and 2) even if it was a daily occurrence – whatever – dish soap, especially the cheap stuff I buy, isn’t all that expensive.
The cabin really needed a vacuuming…Heck, as noted, it really needed one last week, which reminded me of the time Gloria, the head housekeeper at the hotel, said she tends to vacuum every day or no less than every other day, but neither the cat nor I are complaining about bi-weekly cleanings.
Today’s workout was wonderful…Just for funsies, I upped the weight on the bench press…Recall I moved the last set eleven times Tuesday and the plan was to move it eleven times again and then up the weight Friday, but I did it today, tho I only got it up six times…I was disappointed in this, but then I realized I’d put ten more pounds on each side (200 lbs total) instead of the five I’d planned, and in that case, six isn’t too bad…You’re still building muscle with six and, in fact, those are the reps some bodybuilders use.
Not for the first time, I saw a girl doing an exercise I’ve only seen her do…Groove on this: there is a bench at the Smith machine, about in the position it would be for a bench press…She’s doing leg work, tho, and she is lying face down on the bench and moving the bar up and down with the bottoms of her feet…I am not making that up…When I first saw this a couple of weeks ago I did a double-take because who the hell would think something like that is possible???.
She’d finished – just in time for me to use it – and I said hey and told her I’ve been knocking around gyms for a while and this was the first I’ve seen this exercise…She said it was called double donkey kicks, a not completely inaccurate description when you see the exercise being worked…Then she gave a very technical, very precise description of its benefits, saying it was done “totally for the booty”…I wanted to tell her it was working but decided that wouldn’t have been very gentlemanly.
The hot springs were virtually empty, tho I missed out on the Sunday Yapper, who arrived as I was getting dressed to leave…He seemed to be rather reserved in the locker room.
There was no trip to the next county today…One, I didn’t really need anything at the retailer and, two, I didn’t really want to drive there, either…So yours truly declared a general holiday when he got home…I heated up one of the beef Wellingtons remaining from the holidays, which isn’t straight out of the Nutrition Handbook, nor was celebrating Spaghetti Nite later, but I’d moved some good weight and as long as you don’t eat dessert all day the calories are generally put to good use.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1730 Wednesday until 0130 Thursday…8.0 hours for the night and 28.5 hours for the week.
The cat appears to have learned her lesson about waking Daddy up for her canned yummy ration…Recall she did this a couple of weeks and I shut the bedroom door and she doesn’t like that and apparently has put two and two together…She did come and sit on my back after I first stirred, and she meowed a greeting, but that was it; she let me get up on my own.
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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