Good morning! I hope you are having a happy day. I'm super sore and medium tired. I seriously need to learn how to sleep through the night. But I'm going to have a happy day. In a minute, I'm going to shower and stuff and we'll do the swimming lessons/park/library thing. It seemed to work well yesterday.
Grant is still the good kid at swimming lessons. On the first day there was a little girl who was too wigged out to do anything, and another girl who would do whatever she wanted. Day 2, the little one started to participate a little, but the other girl was still getting in trouble for getting out of the pool or wandering over to the other class. Grant was cooperative both days. Abbie didn't bloody anything yesterday, but she made me sad a couple of times. Once, I caught her rummaging through our bag of stuff. Since this is pretty abnormal for her, I asked her what she was looking for. "Abbie's bathing suit." Then I had to explain that it was against the rules for us to play in the water while lessons were going on. When we took Grant to get changed back into his clothes to go play in the park, she lit right up and smiled, "Abbie's turn!!" Boy, did I feel like a jerk. Poor Abbie. But even if I could have afforded to put both of them in lessons, Abbie is right between the experience level of Grant's class, and the younger baby class. She already knows the mechanics of kicking her legs, but isn't ready to do much of what Grant's class is attempting. I will just tell myself that waiting a year is the right thing to do, since I have no choice anyway.
After swimming, we played a few minutes at the little park again, but I left as soon as was polite, because there were two little boys playing that didn't talk very nice, and I was not about to wait for Grant to pick up, "You can kiss my butt, sucker!" So we went to the library. We ran into our neighbors who live just up the street from us. The kids recognized me, but the mom wouldn't even look at me. She gives me the creeps sometimes. Not for my own sake, and I'll probably regret saying this, but she reminds me of an abused child. She doesn't seem shy, she seems withdrawn. The two little girls seem fine, but I notice that Cole often walks around the neighborhood with things like pocket knives and slingshots. He can't be more than a year older than Grant. I don't know if he's getting them from his parents or friends, but it doesn't matter much. The only little kids I ever remember with that kind of weaponry were baby thugs. Nice kids have to make do with squirt guns and wooden swords.
Anyway, the kids were good at the library, and when we came home, Abbie fell asleep and Grant drew me some very good pictures. I helped him draw people in the hot air balloon, and he drew a picture of a fireman who happens to like wearing a pink and magenta striped coat putting out a house fire, complete with smoke. Abbie woke up after a couple of hours, but fell asleep on the couch again. I was a little worried. Josh didn't want sausage and ramen for dinner, so he brought cheeseburgers. Abbie only woke up right before I left for practice.
I've been driving the explorer so much that it took me a minute to figure how to operate Josh's car. We waited a lot outside the building and finally some guy told us how to enter through the other door and go through the basement if we're locked out. Very useful, but medium scary. I will not be volunteering. On the other hand, why send someone who is actually young and cute? What's the worst that could happen? Some maintenance guy telling me I can't go through there? I would be forced to blush, but I'd live.
Maybe if I keep playing oodaiko I will get stronger, and then louder. As it is, I don't think I'll ever be put on it. I should resign myself to woodblock. And then Rieko worked with us in a practice room doing Omiyage. She is a very patient teacher. Debbie and Natalie both seemed to be drowning. But, ever since I finished worrying about Omiyage, I haven't started again. Road block gone. I actually have a decent handle on the song, believe it or not. It seems I've been taught some hands wrong, but that's to be expected, I guess.
I can't figure out why I was so sore when I got home. I almost didn't make it up my front step. It's only one step. I'm still pretty sore. I tried to stretch before bed last night, but I was pretty tired. I don't really remember much about it.
By the way, I heard a song on the radio, and I am sure you've heard it. It's the "when you find you, come back to me" song. The female DJ was saying, after the song was over, what a healthy attitude that was. Can't agree. Whatever happened to that OTHER song? You know..."if you're gonna leave, well, you'd better get going!" Now THAT'S healthy. Why sit and stew? Of course, I'm not a big fan of second chances. If you broke up once, chances are pretty good that there was a reason. And if there's not, then one of you is not terribly serious about the relationship anyway. Who needs that?
Yikes! If I want to get showered, now is my moment.
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