Good morning, all. I slept through my walking alarm… mostly. My bladder woke me up about five minutes later. I thought it was an hour earlier than it was and stumbled into the WC to do my business. On the way, I turned of the light in the closet, so it wouldn’t wake Mrs Magill. Coming out of the WC to wash my hands, I saw a half dressed, very confused Mrs Magill wondering why the hell I turned off the light on her. I confessed my bleary state, and started getting dressed for walking.
She harnessed up Chloé while I got my shoes on, and we stepped out. After half a mile, it started to rain a bit. I pulled out my phone and looked at the RADAR. There was a massive blob of yellow just to our west. I suggested we head back, and we made it just as the sky opened up.
Continuing the One Big Gift theme, Mrs Magill and the boys gave me a Lego Balrog set for Fathers’ Day.
She spent most of Saturday at the Barnes and Noble - she had several gift cards, and want to just spend a couple of hours doing nothing but drinking coffee and reading. She bought a couple of romance novels (her “Mindless Brain Candy”) and a copy of Becoming Nichole. This tells me she’s working on acceptance.
Yesterday, we did a Yoga in the Park event, which was fun. My mat is still a little damp and had grass clippings on it. I’ll need to clean it off before this afternoon. Fun fact: Balance work on grass is not easy. Also, all the fitness benefits of yoga can be easily counteracted by a gourmet doughnut shop across the street from the park.
I spend most of yesterday reading, “What the Hell Did I Just Read: a Novel of Cosmic Horror” by Jason Pargin, writing as David Wong. It’s the third of his “John Dies at the End” books. I’m enjoying it, but I think I preferred his second one better.
That’s how our tastes differ. I like comical fantasy novels and Ancient History, and Mrs Magill likes romance novels and general non-fiction.
Chloé wears one of these when we walk.
BooFae - I consider that perfect top-down weather, if only I still had a car that I could put the top down…
That is good to hear. I bet anxiety over his previous unstable living conditions were a big contribution to his rambunctious behavior. Kudos to you and your son for sticking it out and helping that poor pup.
I’m still waiting to hear back. I keep telling myself it’s no big deal if they won’t change it, but I think I might be lying. Don’t trust that girl. She’s got them shifty eyes.
I feel for the Tartan Army travelling to Miami this week.