Reconditioning

Ever bought a "reconditioned" anything?  A saggy baggy lounge chair that's had it's stomach stapled?  An unroadworthy car with the rust cut out and the oil changed to make it worthy of slipping a few extra dollars to the mechanic to get a pink slip?  Maybe you've bought a "reconditioned" fridge that sparkles like a new dime on the outside and still stinks of dead rotting fish on the inside, just because it would make a good beer fridge.

I'm thinking that's what I've tried to do to myself today.  I'm reconditioning my approach to the world.

I'm cutting out the rust, replacing the idling thingo, patching up the holes in the muffler and getting rid of the musty smell of doing for everyone and watching everyone else do nothing for me. Oh, and staleness.  The staleness has got to go.

Sitting in an office stifled by an air conditioner is wrong in so many ways.  Here's the irony though... those who smoke go out every hour or so to "have a smoke break".  They stand out in the fresh air and suck poison into their lungs.  Um...something wrong there.   Yet, the non-smokers don't get to "have a fresh air break" where we can go out and just breath in fresh clean air.  I don't get it. Might start working on that one tomorrow now that I think about it.

As I said I would this morning, I took my full lunch break and I bought the linen for the quilt.  But I had a few problems trying to slow myself down and do it leisurely-like.  Well I don't get much time to go shopping at lunch, and the shops I went to were a couple of blocks away, but I told myself that the rushed, "but oh so graceful, clodhopping walk / marathon" run was all to make me get a bit of well needed exercise, not that I thought I was taking too long. Reconditioning the brain into believing lies might have to be part of the program for a while too.

It's ok, it's early days in the reconditioning.  I'm still working on it.  I'll get a better coat of Duco soon.

I bought some food on the way back and I sat at the computer, reading work things while I ate it. Lunch got stretched out a little bit that way.. sort of. So that part of the day's plan was achieved.

Getting the linen wasn't exactly right though.  The shops I went to didn't have linen but they did have a nice quilting material that I bought instead.  It's white and it's got a good strong weave in it and it will do nicely for the embroidery... and it was on special and that's always a beacon shining in the dark night to me.

I have to try and remember to buy a fabric pen that washes out...not sure what they are called but it's to transfer the designs.  That will be for tomorrow's foray into the fresh air and sunshine at lunch, if I can walk past the smokers without suffocating.

The young lady I work with who is young enough to be my really young youngest daughter asked me what was wrong today.  She said I seemed calm.  I feel calm actually.  I feel like all the melodrama and frantic antics of others just washed over me today.  Didn't even get a splash on me, I just watched those who did it slowly drown in their own backwash.

Tonight is a late night of work for me so I'm too tired to do anything when I get home, plus it's too late.  I'll be slipping into bed with a glass of red, watch a bit of telly and then pass out like a reconditioned DVD player just out of the 3 month warranty.

I'll give one last thought to the Frantic Antic-ers tonight before I roll over to sleep and that will be "To each his own".  

May they always think that their corners are perfect so they don't suck anyone else into their backwash.