Super Hopeful

My Super Powers are stealthy yet active again, in small ways.  I text Sheila to apologise for not being in touch for a couple of months and she replies a few minutes later, 'that's so spooky, we were just talking abut you, I came downstairs and your message was on my phone.'

A few days later, Bee and I have been out for a walk and Bee suggests fish and chips for tea.  Bee's favourite chippy isn't mine, but it's fine.  We park on the road and I stay in the car while Bee goes in to order.  As I sit and watch the traffic pass, I wonder if our old friend Alana still lives on this road, thirty seconds later, Alana drives past in a Super Mini.  If only I knew how to tap into my powers.

I've been off work all week, haven't really done much to speak of but have done a heap of Spring cleaning, (even though it's still flipping freezing and doesn't feel one iota like Spring.)  Despite having physio on Monday, I overdid it on Tuesday and so my back has been tight and complaining since then, but I've done as much as I can.  I've steam cleaned the kitchen, shredded about three years worth of confidential waste, thrown out my stock pile of magazines and did a little de-cluttering.  So, I have accomplished quite a bit.  I'm almost down to the micro sorting Col, can you believe?

I have been really quite negligent about taking care of myself so far this year.  I certainly haven't done myself any favours, I have no excuse because as you know, I devour health and nutritional information, I just seem to be on a the  path of self destruction at the moment and I don't really know why.

It's been a relatively mild but long winter this year.  I have had some form of a cold since November and I'm just hoping that despite the smattering of early daffs, once Spring does actually arrive, I'll feel better or at least more motivated to take better care of myself.

With hope in mind, I have spent a couple of months contemplating the Nutribullet, I must have watched the infomercial at least twenty times.  The co-creator is fine, the woman with him is beyond irritating, which is probably why it took me so long to pay attention.

I lost a bit of weight leading up to Christmas, I usually carry a bit extra, but only a bit, so when I lost my appetite and lost some lbs before Christmas, due to the cold symptoms, I looked terrible.  If I'd had the Nutribullet, I would have at least had some nutrition entering my body.

I finally decide to bite the bullet and purchase the....  I arrive at the store with the reference number, input the details, purchase and then wait my turn.  I stand back a little, my number is called and I step forward to the counter, next to a man and his young daughter.

I suspect he's possibly a weekend Dad, it's early on a Saturday morning, they are bright and shiny and waiting to purchase a dolly.  Dad proceeds to shamelessly flirt with me via his daughter... ask the lady this... ask the lady that...  this is a little too direct for me, even via the daughter and so I respond appropriately to the daughter, 'no, mine isn't anywhere nearly as exciting as a dolly, mine is quite boring.'

My purchase arrives and the Dad decides that yep, he'd be quite happy to swap purchases after all. Nooooooo cries the daughter.  I collect my purchase and leave the Dad to his weekend.

I wish men of my age came across as a little less desperate, nothing has a single person heading for the hills faster than the distinct scent of desperation.  Misplaced desperation it may be, but how can you possibly tell?