Last night I posted about my intention to drive into town tonight, to visit the girls of my support group at the lesbian bar. Several hours after I got up this morning, I thought that trip was in jeopardy, because I just couldn't seem to wake up. This is not unusual for me. I am a night owl, and I never seem to feel fully awake until well after lunch, but when lunch was done today, I still felt like going back to bed! What to do? I decided to hop on the stationary bike, and get a good work out. Maybe that would wake me up.
Ten minutes into the ride, I began to question my strategy, because I found myself pedaling with my eyes closed. This is something that I am not unfamiliar with. When I was still working, I used to take a hour long walk around the finishing pond, behind the plant where I used to work each morning, and often found myself walking with my eyes closed, so I continued to pedal and eventually I woke up. By then it was close to 3:00 PM, so into the shower for a shampoo, a good hot scrub and an exfoliation. 45 minutes later, after brushing my teeth and gargling, I pulled out the Emjoi. It had been several days since my last epilation, and I needed to yank out all of the emerging hairs, that were spotting my body and limbs. Epilation, while certainly no longer painful, still takes time, and when I was satisfied I was sufficiently hairless, it was already 5:00 PM, and I hadn't even shaved yet. I use a Norelco, because with my 61 year old loose skin, and wiry facial hair, it has become nearly impossible for me to shave close with a blade, without lacerating my face. I can get pretty good results with the Norelco, but it takes about 20-30 minutes to get my face as smooth as it needs to be, for makeup application.
By the time I was done shaving, It was 5:30 PM and I still had to do my makeup and hair. Makeup took close to another 30 minutes, and then I realized, I needed to wear a new wig, that I hadn't yet trimmed the bangs on. I took out the new wig, clipped off the tags and put it on. The bangs hung down to way below my nose. Now I know some girls like their fringe to hang down in front of their eyes, but frankly that drives me crazy, so I got out the comb and scissors, and started trimming. When I was done, I began to feel hunger pangs. I'm a diabetic, and when I feel hunger, I know enough to eat a high protein snack, so I made a small choke and slide (that's a peanut butter & jelly sandwich, for those uninitiated in ghetto slang). I gulped, I choked and the PB&J slid on down! But when I was done, I looked up at the clock, and it was already 6:45 PM! I should already have been there by then, and I still had nearly an hour's drive.
To make a long story short, I didn't want to show up at a quarter to eight, when everyone else would be finished eating by then.
It's the damn long drive! I hate living this far out! When I lived in town, I could have walked to that bar in 10 minutes! When I moved out here 17 years ago, I was still working a very high stress job, and coming home each night to an inner city flat, with virtually no privacy. I nearly went mad, and had to find a peaceful sanctuary to come home to each night. After fifteen years of making that drive back and forth five days a week, I came to hate it. I no longer have to go to work, but I still hate the drive.
So many of you left kind words of encouragement on my blog last night, and I feel so bad that I let you down by not going. Now I'm really in trouble, because Amy swore she would come and haunt me if i didn't go!