Mainly Downs

My weekends have lots of routines. Saturday is the day I smooth my head - I run the clippers over it and I can tell by feel when I have shaved it all down. Since it is only a week's worth of growth, it goes down the drain when I shower, and I maintain a constant, unchanging - well, it would be too much to call it a hairstyle. It would be lots more convenient if my hair just never grew, nor my nails.

Sunday is always grocery shopping. I like to get it done early, and there are few people in the store. Fulfilling, mainly due to the thrill (small as it may be) of finding bargains and thinking of ways to use sale items for meals. Sort of relaxing, not in a rush or anything - and I am good at it (yeah, small pride there, as if it is an accomplishment).

Had another, different, circuit breaker trip this afternoon. Wife decided to do ironing in the dining room instead of the bathroom as she used to. That plug is on the same circuit as the living room (TV, two computers, electric fireplace) and so the draw from the iron put it over the top. Normally no big deal. But our breaker box has been acting up. The last time one tripped, it wouldn't re-set, and the electrician made a house call. This was a different breaker, but same problem. And even though I KNOW it is a different circuit, somebody kept insisting that some of the lights were the same as went out last time. Even though I repeated myself, she just wouldn't stop to think about what I was saying, and incorporate that into her worldview. The frustration of this breaker box, the prospect of shelling out a few hundred dollars to have a new one installed, and her having to tell me I was wrong put me over the edge, and I had a bit of a blowup. I am so tired of not being listened to, then to be told that I was using a wrong word to describe what I was telling her.

Half hour later I tried the breaker again and it re-set. Yay, sort of. I think as part of my new drive for change I might push this communication issue a bit. I sat at the table while she ate, and she didn't talk about what happened - I think it will be another "if we pretend it never happened it will go away" thing, but the storage capacity of that little fantasy world is just about used up.