Of course, it doesn’t much matter to me what day of the week it is. I like the weekends because Kurt can sleep in, but he’s home so much during the week, what with coming home for lunch every day, that weekends aren’t really that different from weekdays.
Not that I’m complaining, mind you!! I am loving this. It’s such a wonderful change from the stress and long hours of our last duty station. When I look back on it, I’m not even sure how we made it. But somehow we did, and I suppose this is our reward.
This morning I actually had to wake Gracie up. Most days that she has preschool, she wakes up at 7:30am on her own. But this morning, she was still asleep. I gently shook her, and said, “Grace, do you want to get up?” and she replied, “Nooooooo.” When I reminded her she was going to school, she popped up like a Jack-in-the-box, totally awake and ready to go.
Now that’s a good way to start the day!
Once I dropped Grace off at school, I decided it was time to go for another walk. I hadn’t gone on a walk since Tuesday! But to be fair, it poured off and on all day Wednesday. I would look out the front door to see blue skies and sidewalks drying, but if I looked behind my house, there was nothing but grey clouds making their way towards me. Then in about five minutes, it would start to rain again. It even hailed! And yesterday we were just so busy running hither, thither, and yon.
Today I was gone for a full hour. I walked around the neighborhood next to mine, the one with the well-kept, smaller homes. There are three streets in this neighborhood that form somewhat of an E, except the top and bottom horizontal lines come together to exit the neighborhood. My plan was to walk down the middle horizontal line to its end, turn around, and come back up that street. But as I turned down the street, I noticed two pairs of older ladies, one pair on either side of the street, walking down the street and turning into the driveways. I wasn’t sure if they were Jehovah’s Witnesses or what, and I sure didn’t want to be accosted when I was on my walk. So I decided to alter my route.
It was a good walk, though. I figured out why I didn’t walk much when I was in Washington. My neighborhood was up on a bluff; to get into the neighborhood itself, you had to climb this really steep hill. The rest of the neighborhood was extremely hilly, and there were no sidewalks to boot. There was nowhere for me to go either. I lived in a development that off a busy road and surrounded by farms; there was nowhere to walk to. Fortunately I live in a town now, and there are sidewalks almost everywhere. I could even walk to my choice of burger joints!
This afternoon was dentist time!
It was Grace’s first time at the dentist. I wasn’t sure how she would handle it, but she was a champ! Kurt brought her back into the exam room as I was being examined, so she got to see me having my teeth cleaned and how relaxed I was. As soon as I was finished, she jumped into the chair and opened her mouth. The hygienist had asked her whether she wanted her to start on her bottom or top teeth first, but then asked Grace a bunch of chit-chatty questions to put her at her ease. Grace thought about her questions for a second, and then asked her to start on the bottom!
I think the dentist and the hygienist were both pleased at how easy it was to work with Grace.
We both received a clean bill of health (no cavities!), and the dentist even said we both have beautiful teeth. Yay!