Ready for March

Here we are, on the eve of March. I promised to myself, more or less (some time ago), to write more here. It doesn't seem I'm succeeding. I suppose one could say that's a good thing - it's means I've been keeping busy in the real world away from the computer screen. And, well, I suppose I have.

This weekend was a banner weekend, as weekends go. I logged over 20,000 steps each day, including during one of my frequent and infamous trips to San Francisco on Saturday. It was a pleasant day for a walkabout there, if not a little bit cold and overcast, but I capped it off with lunch and drinks at Nick's Crispy Tacos (which, ironically, has little on the menu in the way of crispy tacos). And I splurged on my calorie intake with a Ghirardelli chocolate crepe, from a place near the Embarcadero aptly named The Crepe Cafe. 

On the way home on Saturday I stopped at IKEA, because they finally had the new office chair in stock that I've been wanting to get for my new place. So, that was a win.

Sunday was unusually productive - for me - with a morning walk to the distant Safeway in search of Starbucks hot chocolate, followed by a long stint at the computer where I completed and electronically filed my income taxes. Hooray! Somewhere in there I did some laundry and went by school to make sure an event was setup for, before doing a nice walk along the American River Bike Trail. And later I even found time for margaritas and Southwestern Eggrolls at Chili's.

Also, I found a nickel on the sidewalk. So. That was a good day.

In between all of this (and perhaps against my better judgement; we shall see on that one in time) I spent some time getting to know the dating app Match.com. I had actually been using the Facebook dating feature on the mobile version for the past, I don't know, year and a half or so. The Facebook one has the advantage of being free, which is certainly a good selling point. But frankly, little came of it. Little still comes of it, as I still periodically check in and like this profile or that profile. And then they disappear into the nether and you never hear from anyone. That is pretty much the essence of online dating these days. Or so it seems for me anyway. Your results may vary. 

The more legitimate dating apps like Zoosk and Match.com - which of course you have to pay for - tend to offer a little more hope as you navigate through piles of profiles, liking some here, sending a little message there. The messages amount, of course, to a fairly desperate attempt to get anyone to see your likes and respond to them. And, well, some do. On occasion. I mean I've only been using Match for half a week now, so we'll see how it goes as time progresses. But at least with the paid apps, you can see when people view your profile. Again. Instilling hope. And unlike Facebook, you have the ability to write more about yourself (up to 10x more than Facebook allows) and narrow the field of parameters in the profiles shown to you. Am I crazy for doing this? Quite possibly. At least I've already gotten to talk to some new people, which for an introvert is a HUGE step! Again, I'll see how it goes..

But, all in all, it was a good, useful, and quite varied weekend. Now, I suppose, I'm ready for March!

Sure, Why Not

So it's Valentine's Day morning! Another happy Monday at work.  I sent my V-Day wishes to the parents and of course to my son. Well, and I suppose also the cat, though that really amounted to her flopping over on the ground so I could scratch her back with my foot. But that was the extent of my reverie for this supposed holiday.

Well, it's a lot different of a "holiday" when you're single...not that I haven't tried dating in my post-marriage-mid-life world. I have, I have. But I'm still as yet buying my own chocolates (and not above eating chocolate chips straight from the bag). Dating in these times, with these circumstances, can be quite trying. So I guess for now I remain on the anti-V-Day team, as lines are typically drawn in the sand, on social media, wherever. You either love the day or fairly despise it.

And, well, that's it for that.

Oh, Connor broke his finger. His first broken bone! Quite a milestone in a young child's life, your first broken bone. It happened Friday night at soccer, he took a hard shot right to the pinky. Apparently. I wasn't there. But you know it's bad when he pulls himself out of the soccer game. I got him back on Sunday morning, and he was all bandaged up with a splint. Oh, this will provide memories for years to come.

In other news, I walk a lot last week. I mean I walk a lot every week. But last week, Sunday to Saturday, I logged 14379 steps. That's an average of over 8 miles a day. Go me.  And still, doctors recommend that you get 10,000 per days. Amateurs!

But that's really all I have to report on for now. Maybe I'll go get some dark chocolate somewhere...happy Valentine's Day to me! I mean, sure, why not?