Deity in Stuff

Working on the new toilet today. It should be finished tomorrow. I’m always a little apprehensive when I have workers in the house. Especially in a case like this where they are in my bedroom and bathroom. But I’m looking forward to the result.

It took until today for me to finally start feeling better from my cold. I feel like the older I’ve gotten, the worse it is for me to handle even small colds for some reason. I think I’m in decent shape so I’m not sure why age makes such a difference.

Speaking of being in shape, I’ve been going to Megan’s gym about 4 times per week lately. Which means I’ve completely stopped going to my old gym. I don’t go there specifically to see Megan, but when she’s there at the same time (and if she’s not busy), she’ll spend time training with me. I like the attention, but it’s always a MUCH more intense workout when she’s involved and sometimes it’s almost too much.

So I’ll say, “I think this might be too much for me. Can we scale it back a bit?”

And she’ll respond, “I’m not giving you anything I know you can’t handle.” Which cracks me up because isn’t that something religious people say about God? The idea that he only gives you problems in your life that he knows you’re capable of handling? I know that’s the way my religious sister feels about her autistic daughter, that she was “given” her daughter by God because God knew she would be able to handle it.

Anyway, it makes me laugh because it seems like she’s comparing herself to deity, even though I know that’s not her thought process.

Megan’s birthday is tomorrow. I told her we should do something this weekend to celebrate. I said it mostly to be nice. I’m never good at planning other people’s birthday celebrations, I even struggle with it with my kids. But Megan took me very seriously. So Saturday we’re spending the whole day together at the spa. And then we’re all going out for brunch.