It may be lucky

I love how pets, cats in particular, love to interrupt whatever it is that you are trying to do. What is even better is that once whatever you were doing is completely and totally disrupted to the point of you not even being able to pick up where you left off, they just sit down and get completely quiet, typically, falling asleep. This becomes even more annoying when the act that they disrupted was YOUR sleep in the first place. This is what happened to me last night. Cosie raced around the apartment, pouncing on my head, poking me in the face with her paw, meowing all the while. Eventually, I had to give in and just get up, as sleep just wasn’t going to happen. As soon as I was up, drinking coffee and resigned to starting my day off earlier than planned, she curled up and went to sleep. Gee, thanks a lot cat!



Nights like these make me sad about living in a studio. At least if I had a bedroom, I could close the door and leave her outside to race around by herself!

I had a bagel thin with my coffee and it was my plan to get up and go for a run after I had given it enough time to settle. I ended up getting caught up in poking around the internet and before I could get up and leave, I was hungry again. I ate a few Triscuits to tide me over until after my run. Just as I was about to leave, my sister messaged me on gchat about some pretty serious stuff going on in her life. We haven’t spoken in a while, so I hadn’t heard about what she has been dealing with. It isn’t pretty. She’s had a lot of difficult times in the last couple of years (dealing with the Ellis eviction threat when we were all living together, getting laid off ten days before Christmas 2008, not having a job for almost a year, my brother in law’s health problems, buying a house, moving and all sorts of other really serious things). I had a pretty hard time when I was living with them, but after I moved, things did sort of even out in my life. Sure, I have hard things sometimes, like money running short, leaving me unable to pay bills except on credit. Things like that…but nothing major. I spend a lot of time whinging about “poor me”, but I really should stop and think about how good I have it. Sure, adulthood is hard, but it’s great being out on my own and I’m getting by. There are many things to be thankful for.

After my talk with my sister, I was hungry again, so I had a spoonful of peanut butter before I headed out for the run, hoping to stave off hunger for the duration. I decided to try the 5K distance again. I had a much easier run today. It was still hard, but I felt much better about today’s attempt than I did about Monday’s. I didn’t have any walking breaks, though I allowed myself to stop at the drinking fountain both times I passed it during my second loop around the Panhandle. I did, however, make myself sprint for it like it was the finishing line of a race. I think the sprints helped a lot, as jogging felt much more comfortable after running at a faster pace. I was disappointed that RunKeeper crashed on me at mile 2. I don’t really know what my average pace ended up being. It’s okay though. I felt good about it, and really, the numbers don’t matter that much.

I promised myself recently that I would try and tone down my spending on outside (meaning not prepared at home) beverages and food, but after my run, I really wanted a Pumpkin Spice Latte. Oh fall, why do you do this to me? Make me crave PSL’s like there is no tomorrow. Like I’ll never get to have one ever again. Oh well. It, of course, tasted great. I stopped off at the market and picked up a few things. While I was there, I decided to pick up a lottery ticket. I know, I know, it’s a waste of money…but a little part of me just likes to be able to dream about what I would do if I didn’t have to worry about spending half of my take home on rent every month. What if money was no issue and I really could just stop and do whatever it is that I wanted? It’s a fun fantasy. So, I made my way over to the lotto machine and something strange happened.

I looked at the machine and it had $5 credit on it. I assumed it must be someone’s, so I looked around me. There was a man at the scratchers machine, so I asked if he was using the quick pick machine. He said no. I looked all around me everywhere, but no one was there. I looked back at the machine. What do I do? I stood there long enough that the man at the scratchers machine said, “If you need help, just ask at Customer Service…they’ll help you.” I explained that I know, but there is money on the machine, and I don’t know what to do. He said, “You never know….might be lucky!” I turned back to the machine and made the decision. 5 quick picks.

I promise that if I win, I will put $1 every week in a random machine for the rest of my life.

I really will.

Since I have yet to eat an entire meal today, I went ahead and made dinner early. I’ve made an eggplant bake. Pretty much just like lasagna, except I used eggplant instead of pasta.


It consists of two layers of : eggplant, spinach, a handful of bell peppers, garlic, store bought tomato sauce, mozzarella and parmesan cheeses.


Covered the pan in foil and baked at 400 degrees for 35 minutes, then uncovered it and baked for another 10 minutes.


It smells pretty fantastic. I’m looking forward to digging in.

A question for fun: If you won the lottery, what would you do? Buy a house? Quit your job? Start a family? Travel? Share your fantasy about what you would do if money were no longer a concern.

2 thoughts on “It may be lucky

    1. I believe the value for the lottery that I didn’t win (waaaah! 😉 ) was $16 million, with a cash value (you don’t get all of it if you take it in a lump sum) of $10 million.

      It’s a fun dream though, no?

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