She and I read together every afternoon and it is glorious. And by 'read together' I mean I crash on the couch and she watches me, like this, from atop her cage. We call her Snoopy when she does this, but she's too young to get the joke.
2. Daily walks are good for me. I took this picture the other day with my phone, if you can believe it.
Rain or shine, I've been wondering through the neighborhoods for an hour or two each day. It has restored my sanity and has reminded my body that there are in fact muscles buried deep underneath that winter-and-Chipotle insulation.The walks may eventually turn into jogs. Or they may remain strolls. We'll see. But, they are glorious.
3. Being myself is the bravest thing I can do. (Or: I hate people.)
I was texting back and forth with a friend yesterday who is trying to find a new place to live and she's pulling her hair out because the landlord stopped all contact with her. And she doesn't know what to do. Should she find another place? Should she wait to hear back from this lady? I texted her back, "I hate people." I don't, really. But I kind of do sometimes.
As good as my students were all semester long, they have turned into demon brats since I posted grades. Every day I have dealt with emails challenging my grading process and flat out asking me to raise grades by a point or two. Um, no. Over the years, I've grown the teensiest exo-skeleton and I'm good at holding my ground, but on the inside, I'm so disappointed. I am. I'm disappointed in college students who refuse to grow up and be accountable for themselves and I'm disappointed in myself for letting other people get to me.
Sometimes I'm so tempted to become a Grade A B*tch. But that is just not who I am. The bravest thing I can do is to handle life one blow at a time, over and over, and remain a rabbit-loving, animal-cuddling, walk-taking, Sonic-drinking ball of mush.
4. I have thought of posting a picture each day from my walks. Take a look.
Am I just intoxicated by this new-found spare time, or are these as interesting as I think they are? I am surrounded by little pieces of eye candy that I have been too busy to see.
5. I am too Type A for my own good.
Example: When my bro and SIL were here a few weeks ago, and we were out and about, I found the perfect anniversary card for G. So I bought it and hid it. You can see where this is going. I went looking for it a few days ago and have turned the house upside down since. I ended up having to trek to Target at the last minute, like some shameful Type B personality or something, and buy a new one. I'm sure I'll find it after Japan or something. And by then I won't remember what it's for.
Ok, one more picture of The Precious:
Time to finish up my coffee and go for a walk. :)
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