Thursday
I skipped the last two days, because I'm caught up in emotional weirdness in my life, and I don't want to write about anything else. Suffice it to say, they were good days with my family, bad days with myself.
I woke feeling NOT tired, and ready to run. I did my morning devotional and left. The mornings here are SO beautiful. The skies are incredibly blue and cloudless, and I nearly broke my ankle when I slipped on a rock, because I was looking UP instead of paying attention to my stride and terrain. Sometimes when I run, I feel that I could continue forever. I get tired, but I still feel like my legs will take me onward--that I'll never have to stop. This morning was one of those times. I added a couple of miles to my normal circuit, then I finally turned around and went home.
My mom called and asked me if I'd accompany her to take my nephew back to his mom. That will be a 8-hour round trip drive. I'm not sure I want to do that, but my mom shouldn't go alone. We wouldn't be able to leave until 3:00, which will put us home around midnight. I REALLY don't want to go with her.
The kids and I relaxed and did some chores, then DJ and I went to the dentist--wisdom teeth issues. I tossed Dj the keys and told him he was driving. We got into the car, and DJ asked, "Okay, the clutch is the pedal on the left??" I realized he'd only driven our automatic car--which is broken down. He's never driven a stick shift. Darrin REALLY doesn't want him to drive our current standard trans. vehicle. I decided I didn't care and let DJ drive to the dentist's office. He killed the car several times. We did the whiplash jerking thing. I was laughing SO hard. When we finally arrived at our destination, he said proudly, "That was pretty good for my first time!!" I didn't argue, just laughed. He didn't drive the vehicle home.
We discussed extraction options with the dentist. DJ is VERY nervous. He wants to have the teeth taken out under general anesthesia. I told him we'd have to see what the insurance will cover before we decide.
Tabitha and I went with my mom. I drove, my mom slept. It was a LONG, uneventful trip. We got home around midnight, as I predicted. Adam and DJ were still up. So was Darrin. I sent everyone to bed, including myself.
I skipped the last two days, because I'm caught up in emotional weirdness in my life, and I don't want to write about anything else. Suffice it to say, they were good days with my family, bad days with myself.
I woke feeling NOT tired, and ready to run. I did my morning devotional and left. The mornings here are SO beautiful. The skies are incredibly blue and cloudless, and I nearly broke my ankle when I slipped on a rock, because I was looking UP instead of paying attention to my stride and terrain. Sometimes when I run, I feel that I could continue forever. I get tired, but I still feel like my legs will take me onward--that I'll never have to stop. This morning was one of those times. I added a couple of miles to my normal circuit, then I finally turned around and went home.
My mom called and asked me if I'd accompany her to take my nephew back to his mom. That will be a 8-hour round trip drive. I'm not sure I want to do that, but my mom shouldn't go alone. We wouldn't be able to leave until 3:00, which will put us home around midnight. I REALLY don't want to go with her.
The kids and I relaxed and did some chores, then DJ and I went to the dentist--wisdom teeth issues. I tossed Dj the keys and told him he was driving. We got into the car, and DJ asked, "Okay, the clutch is the pedal on the left??" I realized he'd only driven our automatic car--which is broken down. He's never driven a stick shift. Darrin REALLY doesn't want him to drive our current standard trans. vehicle. I decided I didn't care and let DJ drive to the dentist's office. He killed the car several times. We did the whiplash jerking thing. I was laughing SO hard. When we finally arrived at our destination, he said proudly, "That was pretty good for my first time!!" I didn't argue, just laughed. He didn't drive the vehicle home.
We discussed extraction options with the dentist. DJ is VERY nervous. He wants to have the teeth taken out under general anesthesia. I told him we'd have to see what the insurance will cover before we decide.
Tabitha and I went with my mom. I drove, my mom slept. It was a LONG, uneventful trip. We got home around midnight, as I predicted. Adam and DJ were still up. So was Darrin. I sent everyone to bed, including myself.
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