best laid plans

I decide that I'm going to go to the club around lunch time, just before the maid gets here. I'm going to take my stuff and just shower there. To stay out of her way. Somehow I waste most of the morning. Then there are workman showing up. Guys to clean the gutters. But they aren't really in my way. Then a guy to look into fixing up our shower, the one that's original from 1951, never redone. The door doesn't always latch, it needs caulking. Anyway, I mess around with these workman who are relatives of FFP's. Then the youngest one is feeling ill and they leave abruptly. It's getting late. I haven't eaten a meal or worked out.

So. I go do my aerobic work at the club. I don't do any of the weight machines but I shower up there. Then I call my dad.

"It's already two o'clock and I haven't eaten and I just got behind because of unexpected stuff. OK if I catch up with you tomorrow?"

"Sure. I'm going over to Joe and Maja's. I told them I'd come over yesterday but I just fell asleep or something. I was asleep just now."

It's after two. I'm hungry. But, if the maid is at the house, fixing a meal might be in the way of mopping the kitchen or something. I drive by my house. Yep, one of the maid's vehicles is in the drive. So.

So, I take my book and my notebook and I go to New World Deli on Guadalupe. They are still serving food. I order the 'small' Reuben and a root beer. I shouldn't have soda, I know. Especially after a workout when I'm thirsty. The Reuben is huge. What must the large one be??? I could share this one with someone. But I eat it all. They have the best Reubens at that place. I get a refill on root beer, too. Sigh.

At home, I work on this and that. Then the maid is gone, the day is gone.

FFP suggests that we go to Fonda. Leftover pork or a salad at home. Or Fonda. Guess what we chose?

I have a spinach salad (I like them here) and stuffed zuchinni (calabicitas rellenas). FFP has tortilla soup and fish. We drink a couple of glasses of a nice white wine. Well, one glass a piece.

At home, we do the 'read the newspaper and snooze in front of the TV' routine that is becoming all too common around here. I watch Kingpin while he sleeps because he wants to see it. We watch a weird movie called The Pledge with Jack Nicholson. He is good in it but the movie is too heavy-handed with the long scenes designed to show off camera work.

Another wasted day. What's with me?