This week, I don’t have any more school work and I am not yet working (as I intend to this summer) full time. Most of my jobs are in the in-between stage, and I have yet to find another job.
In this interlude, which has only been three days so far, I have have done a little housework, very little laundry (Bethany can testify to the folded-to-be-put-away laundry piles), co-hosted an engagement party, and caught up on sleep. I’m also getting to read my book Outrage: The Five Reasons why O.J. Simpson Got Away with Murder, a self-picked out birthday present from my older brother.
In addition, yesterday and today, I have been pleasantly able to do a bit of adventuring. The price has been quite a few scrapes and sore muscles. But that is good. I’ve been too bookish and inactive the past few weeks. I’ll confess that most of the damage is due to tree-climbing. But I like to imagine that it is good to remind my body sometimes that it has a job to do and to make sure that my white blood cells work. Maybe I’m too old for climbing trees, but it’s so enjoyable. And it is quite a workout, at least for a me-person. Girls are tremendously disadvantaged for such pursuits, though, let me tell you. I got to go canoing today also, thanks to my great long-time buddy with private lake access.
Tomorrow is more miscellanea. Soon, hopefully, that will include getting my car worked on. It also includes a dentist appointment. Ick. But it might also include some work and some fun people at night.