This has been a rough and disappointing week on a number of levels.
But one good thing did happen: I was really wanting to get back into going to the fitness center more regularly, maybe doing yoga every day for a while to help get my head into a better spot. And I was trying to figure out how to pay for another quarter, even at our special discount. When I went to scan in yesterday, there was a problem with my account. Uh-oh, I thought—time went by faster than I realized and we’ve expired already. But no, on the contrary, we had been gifted three months of family pass and there had been a glitch in the system causing a gap between the current date and our normal renewal date a few weeks away. They got it fixed up, and we’re good to go into August! What a nice surprise. I knew immediately who had done it—it was a county resource coordinator who also helped my step-son with a track scholarship. She had mentioned several months ago maybe being able to help with kid passes at Juniper, but I thought it probably wasn’t going to happen. It will be great for the twins to be able to go to the outdoor pool all summer and I’m happy to be able to continue yoga and have access to the cardio machines. Maybe my older step-daughter will continue to come to yoga with me as well.
Following are just a few of my favorite made-up words from Lost in a Good Book. As the Goliath Book Rating at the front states, “Made-up words: 44.” I have no idea if there are actually 44 made-up words, but if you count character names, it seems plausible. If I had taken notes while reading this and The Eyre Affair, I would have a lot more of these:
- sprogging time
Wow. When I said there was drama on the way, I really had no idea what kind of family drama we were in for this morning. Kids. What an exhausting day.
I can’t believe it’s just over a week until Merry Freakin’ Christmas. At least we’ll get the girls on Sunday and maybe they’ll help me make some cookies or play some Xmas music or something. I really wanted to get a tree this year, but I’m not sure at this point that I have the energy (or $) to make it happen. It might be fun to dig out some of the old decorations anyway.
I used to love Christmas. For many years of my childhood, we’d make a day of it to take our permit into the forest and choose a tree to cut down. And Mom had boxes and boxes and boxes of holiday decorations (for every holiday). We would make a big event out of decorating the house and the tree. Am I the only person who has good memories of Christmas?