Just one job
How to get charged up to get shit done.
We were in Berkley this weekend. Alongside the photos of old trees, Chez Panisse food and headless dolls promoting yoga studios is this one:
I understand.
It’s like the angled back in parking spaces, USB cords, and half of the credit card chip readers…it can be hard to get things inserted the right direction.
I do not apologize for the euphemism. They come easily.
For two weeks I have been working on a project. I have decided to take baby steps and celebrate my progress. It has to do with my scale.
Yes I am losing weight. No I do not deserve congratulations. My project is only tangentially related to my Mounjaro (which in a change that surprises no one my insurance no longer covers). I need to change the batteries in the scale.
We keep our batteries above the fridge in a cabinet that no longer quite closes. I am too short to see inside the cabinet and almost too short to reach it but the batteries are in a container quite close to the edge so by using my middle finger as a claw I was able to knock the box to the floor so the cats and I could chase after amazing rolling cylinders. Kidding. Only the cats chased them.
We had all the weird sizes. But not AAs.
So I put AA batteries on the on the Target list. And because my pharmacy is inside the Target I was able to make it there within 24 hours. But I didn’t check the list so I forgot the batteries. No matter. I went back 24 hours later. But forgot the batteries. It was a full 36 hours before I returned to the glossy linoleum of my second home. This time I had L. And L uses the list. So he grabbed batteries!
Then they sat in the back of the car for a day or two because they aren’t perishable and I play a little game where I put as many bags in my hand as I can to cut off my circulation. And if there are things like toilet paper and batteries they can just wait their turn. L offered to take a second trip but I told him no with such force that he raised his eyebrows and backed away slowly.
They spent a day on the counter.
Then they spent two days on the stairs going up. (Do you call them stairs going up? And are they an area where you set things to “go up” that then become invisible until they create such mass that you yourself can not “go up?”)
They made it up another stair when I grabbed the folded towels upon which they rested and they fell from the pile. But I had made it half way up and they only fell half of that halfway. So. Progress.
The next day it was time.
As you can see they made it to the scale. And sat for some number of hours. Which began with a three and was two digits long.
It had been 10 ish days by now and I was ready to make the change. I flipped over the scale. Opened the hatch breaking my thumbnail. Then I pried out the batteries. I only swore once. Per battery. I left the last one in so I could follow the pattern of head to butt. Clever right? And then…perhaps you can see the photo and guess where we are going. I had the wrong batteries.
This photo is from the discovery day. Which was Thursday. It sat this way while we were in Berkley. It still looks like this. The cats couldn’t be bothered with the AAAs. But I am.
Don’t worry they are on the Target list. And I have a jump start on my New Year’s resolutions.
Do you have stairs going up?
Can you tell the difference between AAA and AA?
Haha yes we have 'stairs going up.' And since we have a skinny house there are two sets of stairs up to my office, so this process of sending things up happens twice. I think I learned this in my childhood- in addition to blobs of stuff on the stairs the mail was sorted in the balusters to also travel upwards (bills were paid from my dad's office on the second floor).
"Do you have stairs going up?" As opposed to stair going... down? Do you have a separate set that go down? I'm curious. LOL