On The Fourth Day I Rested

It would have been four consecutive days of running, occurring on the fourth day of the month. It would have been the eighty-fifth birthday of my father, who would have just passed his sixtieth wedding anniversary to my mother on February 28th, had he not passed away twelve years ago. With all of that going through my brain I decided to pull back the reigns, and spend the night home alone doing nothing more than reading some of a new book I purchased recently about food photography, watch a little television, and catch up on some sleep. My lifestyle choice last night makes for shitty daily blogging, but helped my mental state immensely.

Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.

The comment, “You’re lucky; it could have been much worse,” is the kind of “helpfulness” I can do without. It also could have been better, or actually, it couldn’t have been any other way than the way it was.

To all who have helped me — Thanks.

Guess Who Had A Nearly-Perfect Meeting With His Accountant?
*Paulie is now patting himself on the back*

I met up with my accountant yesterday to drop off my tax paperwork for processing. I felt incredibly unprepared for my meeting, but being a pack-rat for storing documents it turned out that I forgot only one document (my City of Atlanta property tax document). the face-to-face meeting was also beneficial because I got clarification out how she wants to handle my charitable donations. She also took that Federal Government check that was returned to me and is handling the situation.

Guess Who Will Be Avoiding Western Digital’s Hard Drives For The Foreseeable Future?
I might have figured out the weak link in my data backup strategy — the external Western Digital drives that I’ve purchased last year. These are the drives that I plan to take off-site in case of catastrophe at my house. Sadly in both of the attempts I’ve made to copy all of my data to these drives I’ve received errors which have caused me to have to do a lot of manual copying; not exactly what I want to have to do in an automated process.

When I get some time (ha!) and a penchant for change I am going to see if I can swap the drive from the enclosure with another brand to see if the problem is cleared up.

ITP Flickr Pic
Hey look! A photo! I did a quick snap of the Girl Scout cookies which were delivered yesterday.

This Can't Be Good...

The sad part of my transaction was that no Girl Scout was involved in the process. The cookies were bought from, and delivered by, a parent of a Girl Scout.

You Can See Me At George’s Tonight
I’ll be battling whatever weather occurs tonight by getting out to run (and I just realized that I forgot to bring the Yuengling AGAIN!).

According to the weather forecast it should be sunny and fifty-four degrees around 6pm, but I don’t trust weather forecasts so I’ve packed a wind-breaker, a long-sleeve running shirt, and a short-sleeve running shirt so that I have my pick of the litter.

And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – good
Current Music – listening to Garrison Keillor’s “The Writer’s Almanac” podcasts
Website Of The DayPoetry Magazine is a great resource for literature. I only wish that I had more time to read it.
Exercise (b)Log – nothing
Monthly Foot Mileage – 20 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 0

March Goals
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
3) Read at least one book

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]

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20 Responses to On The Fourth Day I Rested

  1. Stacy says:

    Sounds like you made a good decision to take a day of rest. Sorry about your father – I know I never forget the day mine passed, either. It’s definitely one of those days you should just do whatever feels right. You say shitty blog? Bah! I say: we have photos back!

    Speaking of which, my Girl Scout cookie transaction came from the father of the GS as well. It is kind of sad that no Girl Scouts were involved in the creation of the sale. Of course, it also means that no Girl Scouts were hurt in the creation of the sale either. At least not that we know of.

  2. Barb says:

    hey- I actually talked to a real girl scout. Dumb Buf’s daughter called me on the telephone. Now I gotta figure out how to go collect them.

  3. Meh, telephone purchasing is just as lame as buying from a parent.

  4. Martha says:

    Two very cute little scouts have knocked on my door the last two years but I didn’t see them this time around (I missed them at Halloween too).

    The whole point of the cookie sale is for the scouts to learn responsibility…I hate it when parents do the work for them.

    I got my 4 miles in this morning…it was miserable but at least I’m done for the day. Enjoy George’s tonight, I will be having puppy time.

  5. My congrats for running this morning. I have lost the desire to run in such miserable weather until next Fall/Winter.

  6. Stacy says:

    Barb – don’t you dare go out of your way to go get those cookies! They should at the very least deliver them to you!

    Laura – I agree on the responsibility thing, but I can also see how parents can’t send their daughters door-to-door anymore like we did when we were little. That’s why I don’t mind the stands in front of the grocery stores…as long as the girls are there themselves and they’re not too pushy.

    I found a recipe online yesterday I’m going to try out this weekend (and thus begins the Martha Stewart sub-section of the ITP blog):

    2 packages (8 oz. size) instant chocolate pudding
    3 tbsp. butter or margarine (melted)
    1 pkg. (8 oz) softened cream cheese
    1 pkg. Thin Mints (crushed)
    4 cupped whipped topping
    3 cups milk

    Combine cookies with melted butter or margarine. (Save ΒΌ cup of cookies for topping). Press cookie mixture on bottom of 13″ x 9″ pan. Chill. Combine cream cheese with 1 cup whipped topping. Spread over cookie mixture. Chill 15 – 20 min. Prepare pudding and pour over cream cheese mixture. Chill 1 hour. Top with remaining whipped topping and Think Mint cookie crumbs.

    Paulie – just thought I should probably say hi to you in your own blog. Oh, and I’m with you on the cold weather outside running in the morning thing. Give it a month, though, and the mornings should be much more tolerable!

  7. Steve says:

    Fortunately for you Paulie.. I think Service has your back and will be sharing a little of his Yeungling stash with us on Friday night.

    And I was thinking the other afternoon that it’s about to get hot and make running miserable. Running in the morning is out of the question for this country boy.

    -FP

  8. Right now I say “Bring on the heat!” (it will make the beer drinking more pleasurable as well)

    Stacy, you are in my head. I am planning on adding a recipe / cooking section to ITP.com when I find time to return to cooking.

  9. Barb says:

    ooooooohhhhhhhh – what fun, a recipe section. Here at work we are going to have a Beef Stroganoff cookoff next week. I know, you are thinking – Beef Stroganoff? Well, we determined that every recipe is different when you look it up, so we decided it would be fun to see what everyone would make. And, yes, it is kind of slow this time of year in the transportation business.

  10. Barb says:

    and Steve, maybe to make Paulie extra jealous, we will even let you have a New Belgium beer or two as well……..

  11. Martha says:

    Stacy, I agree. The girl’s mother was always with them and I don’t have a problem with the stands either, as long as the girls are manning them. I’m still just bitter from my girl scout days…my sales were never as high as the other girls because my folks actually made me do the work.

    Paulie, believe me if Alicia (fyi for those of you who think I’m a workout nut…you have to meet this chick) had not been waiting on me there would have been no way I would have been out there running by myself. It seemed the only time we weren’t running straight into the wind was when we were running uphill. I struggled the entire run. It was nothing like Monday night.

  12. Debbie says:

    Too funny, I was reading Stacy’s recipe while consuming a few Thin Mints… too bad I don’t have enough to make it now. πŸ™‚

    BTW, no actual Girl Scouts were involved in my cookie procurement either.

  13. I love Beef Stroganoff! In fact, it used to be the “first meal I cook for a female” until Jeannie, because she didn’t eat red meat.

  14. Stacy says:

    Barb! It sounds like you will have waaaaaaaaay too much beef stroganoff to handle over there. I, on the otherhand, have will none over here. And I must work, what? All of 5 miles from you? [ridiculous, blatant, hint hint]

    I love me some beef stroganoff too. And now I’m craving that AND thin mints. Good God, Paulie, your blog is gonna gain me weight. Did you cook this once for the Thursday Night Dinner Party Group? I am pretty sure you did if I remember correctly…it was some damn fine beef stroganoff.

  15. Barb says:

    Jeannie’s loss is all I can say.

  16. Steve says:

    Debbie- you are holding out on Thin Mints??? Just wait till I get home…

    -FP

  17. I may have made beef stroganoff the first time I hosted the Thursday Night group. This would have been well before the cold-cut platter idea entered my head for a Thursday Night dinner. πŸ˜‰

  18. Debbie says:

    Don’t worry by the time you get home, I won’t be holding out… on thin mints. πŸ˜‰

    XOXO

    mmm, beef stroganoff, ya’ll could sell tickets to the cookoff and make up for the slow profits in the transportation biz. The Chili Cookoff probably started just like that.

  19. Barb says:

    My girl scout (or her mom) is going to deliver the cookies to my in-laws (down their street) and I will have the in-laws deliver them to me! Since Annie is too young to drive, and I don’t have to go get them, it works for me.

  20. > Since Annie is too young to drive, and I don’t have to go get them, it works for me.

    Then how is she going to get her parallel-parking badge? πŸ™‚

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