Month: January 2016

Weekend Musings

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The puppy and I are enjoying a lazy Saturday morning.

The toughest thing so far about being a depot spouse-left-behind is the lack of contact. I know that seems obvious, but when the Mountie and I have been separate before, we’ve pretty much been in constant digital contact.

Since depot seems hell-bent on keeping the Mountie occupied from pre-sunrise to post-sunset, we haven’t had a lot of time to actually talk. I’m hoping we’ll have some time this weekend to sort out the best way to keep in touch. I’m not sure if he even has wifi in his pit (aka room – look at me speaking Mountie).

Goals for this weekend are to figure that out – and to find my dog’s missing collar.

 

I’ve Made a Terrible Mistake

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I tried a class at my new gym last night.

Most classes have a soft entry point – “oh, you’re new? Take these mini cans of Coca-Cola, that should be a good weight to start lifting with.”

This class had only two other people and apparently the guy running it missed the mini-Coke memo.

Things I Learned In This Class

  1. Tires are flipping heavy.
  2. Bear crawls and lunges aren’t awful enough – now you put your foot on sliding pads to decrease friction and increase hating your life.
  3. I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow.
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I bought a Chuck Norris calendar to cross off days.

So Very Tidy

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It’s Day 2 and the Stress Tidying™ has begun.

The Mountie does not believe I suffer from this compulsion. Mostly because it only happens when I’m alone. When he’s around, I may not be the tidiest of folk. The Mountie himself is a Stress Cleaner™. If only these afflictions were not stressed-based, our house would be sparkly clean.

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How Do People Say Goodbye at the Airport?

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The Husband left today to become a Mountie.

Moun·tie
ˈmountē/

noun informal

  1. a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

My feelings on this are understandably mixed. I am very, very proud of him. I’m also mildly annoyed that his childhood dream wasn’t to be an accountant.

Overall, I’m frustrated that the training can’t be closer. As it is, I’ll have to tough it out for the next six months. The garbage isn’t going to take itself out each week.