I have a bunch of aches and pains. I report this with a sense of surprise, because I don’t think I’ve done anything to warrant aches and pains. And yet my back hurts, my shoulders hurt, my neck hurts.
Maybe I’m getting old.
As to my goals and resolutions, the importance of planning continues to be apparent. I didn’t pack my gym bag on Tuesday, so I didn’t have my gear with me when I passed the gym after class yesterday, so I just went home. Fortunately, I had a call from the nice woman who cuts my hair, saying she had an opening for me, so I quickly packed said gym bag up and went and got my hair cut and went to the gym. Thus, when I got home, it was quite late for me to be starting my computer work, so when my son assured me that we had Nothing In The House To Eat, I sent him out for pizza.
Apart from these slips, I’m keeping up with the health parts of my New Year’s Resolution fairly well. By dinnertime last night I had discovered all kinds of meats and vegetables and grains and things in the house. I don’t know where they had been when my son looked for them at lunchtime.Today I think I’ll do some good stretching — the NYC Ballet DVD or Pilates On the Ball or something like that.
I asked the hairdresser about my hair, which is getting gray. Overall, I think this is okay, because it’s graying nicely, but I think it does make me look older, and I work in a field in which this is not a good thing. I had toyed briefly with the thought of some very natural-seeming coloring, like the commercials in which men color their hair and everyone thinks they look well-rested. In fact, I think that the commercials for the men’s haircoloring and the commercials for “natural male enhancement” are now both suggesting that the users do whatever it is that they do with the products, and people are just struck by their new wonderosity without any particular awareness of what has happened to them. Sort of like what really expensive lingerie is supposed to do for women.
The hairdresser assured me that I couldn’t be trusted to do the kind of upkeep involved in hair coloring, and regaled me with horror stories of people who didn’t keep up with their hair coloring and had to go around with bandanas on their heads, crying. “Hollering,” in fact, was the word she used. One of the example women later had to be institutionalized. She didn’t exactly say that it was all caused by her attempts to color her hair in spite of a fecklessness that made that unwise, but the implication was there.
She tells me that some morning I’ll wake up and my hair will be a lovely white. My mother has lovely white hair, so I believe her. I’ll look like Jean Harlow then, right? In the meantime, I’ll just have to look old, that’s all. Since at the moment I sort of feel old, too, what with all the aches and pains and knowing who Jean Harlow was, I guess it’s appropriate.
I’m also keeping up with the billable/unbillable hours part fairly well. I’ve been spending a good deal of time in client communication as people get back from their holidays and decide they need things, and there was all that extra time in course prep, but my billable hours are rising. As the people who’ve been telling me they need things begin to approve actual hours, my calendar is filling up nicely. Only for a week or so ahead, and I want to be like The Computer Guy and have it full three months out, but he has a head start. I may be there myself by the end of the year. That would lessen the suspense of freelancing.
I have a phone interview this morning with an engineer who’s starting up a sensible service. You can post jobs you need done, like plumbing or fixing your garage door, and people who do plumbing or garage door fixing can bid on the job for you. Doesn’t that sound logical? So far this week I’ve been writing tech stuff, and for the rest of the week I’ll be writing educational stuff, but if this guy decides to hire me, I’ll be writing home repair stuff. I also have some more drug stuff coming up. And, since today is Amazon Vine day, I must also sneak in book reviews and I have papers to grade as well.
Variety is the spice of life.