Post Script

School starts the day after tomorrow.

I am physically ready. Lessons are planned, copies are made, posters are tacked, papel picado is draped.

Excitement is lacking, motivation has run to the hills, doughnuts are consumed in stress.

A Real Yogi

I started going to yoga class again at the gym three weeks ago. It feels wonderful to bend in funny ways and feel worked out without a treadmill.

However, don't be too impressed. My favorite poses are Happy Baby and Corpse Pose.

In fact, I start sneaking peaks at the clock just waiting for those two about 20 minutes before the class ends.

My aunt and uncle have been going through my grandpa's papers and files - a daunting task that is taking a long time. Periodically they send a big envelope of old letters, pictures, news articles, and other paraphernalia they think I would find interesting. I always do because I'm a nerd like that.

This morning I opened their most recent gift. They found my grandpa's Proud Father file for my daddy. There were priceless old photos of him in high school working in his shop, clippings of the Moscow, Idaho newspaper about him as the featured cellist in the University symphony. I had no idea he was making cellos and playing featured solos in the University symphony as a sophomore in high school. There were also old programs from his funeral, at which members of the Seattle Symphony played, as he made the bows for most of the strings section. There's still an article on the internet about him.

It made me cry. Still, after almost 10 years, I feel a deep grief for his absence, and illogically hope that it will all have turned out to be a mistake and he can come be my dad again.

Happy Twomonthiversary, David!

You're amazing and I love you.

David

is now playing Wii boxing with the young son of a family friend. He is really good with kids, and makes me all swoony.

Swoon.

Wii Party

I've decided my small group is fun. Not only did we meet as a small group, but one of the girls took me to yoga yesterday. Then tonight, two more came over to play Rock Band. Tomorrow night we're all meeting up for a Bollywood party complete with an Indian Feast.

They're really fun.

And we have hula hoop tournaments in the alley



And Clue Parties in the park.

Sleepbeating

I dreamed about being trapped on a rickety old boat in the middle of the Mississippi River being forced to play ridiculous camp games by a group of armed bad guys. The winners got to live. One of the games involved hitting the other team with an object.

I woke up with a start and realized I was beating my husband over the head with a pillow.

He was very gracious about it.

Signature

I spent the greater part of the afternoon at the DMV to change my name (finally) on my license! When the lady asked me to sign my new name in the yellow box, I hesitated. Apparently I am not a real girl because I have not practiced my new signature.

David was so happy about my new license he grabbed it and showed a friend across the room. I should have done it sooner.

Summer News

Vegas was fun. The teacher conference made me laugh like crazy and gave me some great ideas for incorporating silly stories in my classes. I love silly stories. It made me happy to see a style of teaching that I feel uses my gifts. The hotel was ridiculously far from the Dazzly Part of town, but I caught a ride one afternoon and just walked around for hours and hours. I had fun, spent very little, ate yummy food, and ended up with gelato in St. Mark's Square:
photo taken by an old man who was laughing at my attempt to take a picture of me

Otherwise I have been assiduously avoiding thank you notes and all paperwork (ie name changing).

We've been spending quite a bit of time with David's family. The out-of-town relatives have mostly gone home, and we get to focus on the immediate family.


And we made a serious purchase, and have been working hard on it.