I slept in today until 8 AM, which was actually quite glorious. It helped that it was raining quite heavily and therefore, the sun was not blaring through my window. I also took a very short nap around noon. I remember that I napped (had to nap) every single day, at least two hours a day. Now, it's rare for me to nap at all. If I do nap, I try to keep it under and hour. (The exception is when I give blood--that earns me a longer nap.)
Today was a much different day than yesterday. I over scheduled my morning. A generous friend was able to pick Jeremy up from band class and bring him home. (This is even more special to me because Jeremy plays the tuba, which he has to haul back and forth from the school.)
I had a walk today with a new client. It went well. I was glad to get a walk in before the extreme heat settles in tomorrow. I have two 1-hour walks scheduled for Saturday with a regular client, a giant schnauzer named Tony. I am already preparing myself for those to be cancelled. I tried to walk him a couple of weeks ago on a Saturday morning. The sun was blazing and the humidity was quite high.
This has been a quiet week for walking dogs, which has not bothered me that much. It has been too beastly hot (as my maternal grandmother used to say). It's not worth putting my health (or the dogs' health) in jeopardy.
Today, the kids were in the pool while I was prepping for dinner. This made for a much smoother meal prep. I managed *not* to burn the hamburgers, thanks to Brian manning the grill. I even managed to make homemade bread and hamburger buns.
I met with a friend this morning and had a really good chat. The older I get, the more I cherish the opportunity to have 1-on-1 chats versus being in a crowded room of people. It was nice to get to know her a little better. I shared with her about Doug's mishap on Monday and the crazy trip to the museum yesterday.
Blogging is, for me, a way to debrief my day. It's tough sometimes to unravel all the things that happen during the day. It gives me a chance to watch the tapes, so to speak, and see where I fell short, where I excelled, and what things need to just be left behind.
Right now, I am listening to Bekah read me a book about Misty Copeland. I love hearing my fierce little dancer critique things. There is a picture of Misty dancing en pointe. Bekah mused that Misty could be doing a grande battement, but then the skirt isn't in the right spot. According to Bekah, the skirt wouldn't be away from Misty's leg. Additionally, Bekah asserts that the shoes depicted are not actually point shoes but rather ballet shoes.
These kinds of observations are what amaze me about Bekah. I enjoy that she notices things like that. She has a very sharp eye for things and, like her dad, has very good judgement. She calls things like she sees them, which can be tough to do sometimes. Also, the fact that she notices things like this means that she is growing as a reader.
My dad used to read out loud to my brother and me well into high school. It's not always possible to do this with four kids, so I relish the opportunity whenever it arises. (It helps that Brooklyn fell asleep a while ago. Having her chattering around me is like being pecked to death by a chicken.)
Tomorrow should be an interesting day. I have no walks scheduled. My parents are heading out of town, so I'll be watching their dogs for a day or so. I'm hoping to finish shawl number two and progress further with shawl number three. I'll be sure to post pics as I finish. Hopefully, the warm weather this weekend will mean I have more time to sit and crochet. We shall see.
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