I didn’t do the live site countdown this year – mostly because I don’t need to be reminded how few days I have left to finish all these gifts, distribute them, and get my house clean before Mom and Dad show up. A little mental math tells me we’re getting pretty close, though.
I picked out a couple nice things from my bank today, as well – don’t worry, they weren’t off the wishlist. Citibank is awesome and awards me points all year for doing things I’d do anyway – paying bills, depositing paychecks – and then I spend them on myself every December. I ordered a sweet poker set and blew the rest of the points on Shell gas cards – who says I’m not practical?
There’s one more item unofficially on my wishlist, too, after my visit to the gym this morning. I want hot water in the shower. I don’t think this is a lot to ask, you guys. It’s supposed to be one of Allstar Fitness’ “premium” locations, 14 floors up in the Seattle Municipal Tower with a sweeping view of the city, mountains, and harbor from any of the cardio machines, the pool, or (oddly) the men’s locker room. It’s twice the price of Pure Fitness, supposedly due to the caliber of the facilities and equipment, but I bet Pure Fitness doesn’t surprise their members every few days by blowing out the pilot light on the locker room water heater. A member I met in the elevator told me it’s been a problem for years (not encouraging) and despite that I’ve been complaining about it every time it happens, it still happens. I’m not a plumbing expert, but I think I could fix it.
My ironclad contract is up in January – ironically, the only way a gym will guarantee your loss of a pound of flesh in writing is in their early-termination clause – and this will definitely affect my decision to renew. Unfortunately, I’m equal parts lazy and habitual, so I’m dreading finding a new gym, learning my way around a new gym, and potentially having to walk farther to/from a new gym, especially in the wee hours of the morning when I’m already cranky and easily confused.
While I was toweling away the hypothermia in the locker room this morning I crafted this limmerick that, had there been a sharpie in my gym bag, I would have written across the bathroom mirror:
There once was a gym in a tower;
It was no place to spend your lunch hour.
The management’s cheap,
The tile floors all leak,
And every third day a cold shower.
Six more days until Christmas, everyone. Be merry, be blessed, and may all your showers be hot ones!