Not Much to Tell

R & G got off to school on time, hap­pi­ly. It’s odd not hav­ing them here. I always rather resent that. I feel “safer” with all my peo­ple here, some­how, and wor­ry less about them when they’re home or with some­one I trust. I’m afraid I don’t real­ly trust any­thing so big as a pub­lic school to real­ly take care of them indi­vid­u­al­ly. They aren’t cat­tle to be herd­ed around, dammit.

Katie and I went on a nice walk. We’ll try to do that each day, I think—but prob­a­bly with an ear­li­er start. It’s already hot! She’s set­tling down with her math now.

I called again about the new Scout troops in this area for the girls. It is amaz­ing how much more excit­ed the ser­vice unit direc­tor got when I said, “I am a trained leader and will­ing to help.” I think we’ll actu­al­ly hear some­thing this time—she was far more specific.

I got the laun­dry and the dish­wash­er going. Need to fin­ish clean­ing the kitchen and vac­u­um, though. And deal with our bed­room. It’s too clut­tered to be a peace­ful retreat at the moment. I don’t want to vac­u­um while Katie is working—that’s rather dis­tract­ing. And I want to get the vac­u­um­ing done before I go get anoth­er shower.

We have an appoint­ment this after­noon, need to pick up and drop off library books, and I want to go by the YMCA to get some infor­ma­tion on mem­ber­ships. We used to have one and just did­n’t use it often enough to jus­ti­fy the cost, but my doc­tor keeps ask­ing me about the water aer­o­bics thing to help my mood and mobility.