Writing goals and still a streak of bad luck

Throughout the day I have been working on how to try and write more.  I came to the conclusion that if I write after my evening workout, which gives me time to cool down and put fingers to keyboard.

Over this past year, I have managed to beat my sugar addiction.  Along with that came the unexpected; but not surprising, weight loss.  Now, none of my 48 watches fit me.  Rather than pay hundreds of dollars to get them all resized, I ordered a kit and decided to do it myself.  The package came today.

At this point, one would have learned when making impulse buys, to make sure it’s what you what, but more importantly has everything you need.

I was able to fix most of my watches.  I’m sure every dead watch maker rolled over in their grave as I was pounding the pins back into place with a construction hammer in lieu of a proper jewellers mallet.

The two I couldn’t alter is because the tools didn’t come with the kit. I can’t put the back plate back on one of my watches because it’s an older press on piece and no tool I have does that.  I also, couldn’t fix my gorgeous Versace; which is one of my favourites, because I still can’t figure out how to adjust the clasp.  The pin wouldn’t pop out.

So that was one of two disappointments of the day.  I miss playing the 360 Kinect games, and since I’m home pretty much all day can use the exercise and distraction, Yesterday, my Xbox one Kinect;  games arrived, but not the Kinect. So I had six games I couldn’t play.

I was so excited when it arrived only to find out that I needed an adapter for the Xbox one S.  Nowhere was that made clear while ordering it.  I hoped on all the electronic store websites – SOLD OUT! There wasn’t one available.  After breaking down, and checking eBay – they were selling for a 25 to 400 per cent increase.  I have it on order but no idea when it will come.

But wait, there’s more… Since I couldn’t play any of the six games I got, I got Subnautica.  I played the game preview and loved it.  Seconds after ordering it, I got a message saying my bank account was overdrawn by a minimal amount.  Thankfully I have an emergency fund and was able to transfer some money.  That’s not what was upsetting; it’s that it happened at all.

I’ve been having a lot of problems lately.  In the past few months I have:

Broken three pairs of glasses, haven’t broken a pair since I started wearing them in 2013;
Cut myself cooking more times that I have since I started cooking as a kid, including my time studying culinary arts;
I’m spilling and dropping things constantly, again more than doubling an entire lifetime worth;
I lost my phone and had to replace it; I almost never leave my house because Medhia needs tending to every hour;
No idea where my keys are, see above point;

There are more things, but that’s a pretty good list.

A little bit of thankfulness happened.  My Duck Cover came today.  Purolator and I don’t seem to get along.

In an average week, I get five packages.  Yesterday when I had to call because the delivery person waited less than 15 seconds before leaving, and me opening the door just as the van was pulling away.

So my first call on Monday was to have it redelivered for Tuesday.

So when I called yesterday, and they had made a mistake, and my package was being returned to the manufacturer instead of being delivered I lost it.

I pointed out that I had on video; my doorbell records every ring and motion, of the driver waiting less than 15 seconds before leaving, disregarding the note I have up asked for people to wait for a minute as I’m home and maybe feeding my dying cat, thus need a few extra seconds to answer the door. I explained how working in PR I have no problem blowing up their social media.

Incidentally, I also found out that of the three deliveries Purolator has made since January 2017, required seven contacts to solve an issue.  All the other delivery companies I have had no problems.

My new project is going frustratingly along.  I remember why I retired when I did.  Consulting can be frustrating.  Almost every engineer; including my father, have very little business sense.

About two weeks ago, Medhia started eating wheatgrass.  Since then, her swelling has gone down, her appetite has increased, and she is way more active, even killing socks again.

Sadly, I know she will start to slide back and get worse but hopefully not for a long time.

Well, it’s a little earlier than my cutoff time of 11 p.m., but I’m going to end it here for tonight.

I’m so gald OD’s back.  Thanks DM!

MJG