It started out well. Near the last hour of my work, Doug and Ash (my son and his babymama) came and asked how long I was going to be, so we could go hang out at the lake. I rushed through the last bit, dragged Mag quickly through her shopping, called them back... dissappointment. Now the people they are hanging out with don't want to go to the lake.
I can't even begin to tell you how bummed I was. I became instantly super bitchy and had to analyze why. I figured it out that it was because I was really looking forward to spending time with them both. I haven't seen Ashleigh since before she went on vacation, and I really wanted her to hang out with Magda and get to know her. And I just wanted some face time with them as a couple, because I enjoy them so much.
So having figured that out, I was able to let go of a lot of my anger. Instead, I flounced outside (after sunscreening, mom) and lay reading. Who knew THAT was going to turn so fabulous!
First fab thing was seeing my niece. She's been away for 20 looong days. I loved catching up with her and questioning her on her experience. I always enjoy chatting with her. It's rare to get her chatting on her own... she tends to look to her mom or whomever is with her to answer things for her (she's shy). So I really focused on asking her specific things, to get her talking. Very very enjoyable. I want more of that time with her very soon before everything is forgotten (all the little things).
Then, Mag and I are out on the blanket, and I'm reading this book called Postcards from the Edge, by Carrie Fisher (you may recognize it was a movie). It's funny and startling and sad. I read exerts to Mag and then we discovered we have a mutual love. Reading. I like reading aloud, and she likes listening to books on tape. So I ended up reading to her for a few hours. It was absolutely awesome!!! I hope we get to finish the book before she leaves on Friday. If not, I'll record it as an MP3 and send it to her, so she can listen at her convenience.
Anyway, I didn't get to run again. I HURT from the day before. Ibuprofen is my friend, I tell ya. Definatley something in the works today, as far as excercise goes.
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