Updates

1. I'm so over physical therapy. Yeah, I still get luscious paraffin baths and ice wraps, but my progress is slower going than any of us expected, and that just smacks of failure to me. I want to bend my finger. And I want to voluntarily straighten it. Apparently, more is not better as far as my finger goes, so forcing more than it is willing to do is counterproductive. I'm going to Hawaii for a week, and have workouts to do while I am away. On the bright side, since I'll not be going into the physical therapy office, I will get to miss out on the exercises that feel suspiciously like thinly veiled opportunities to catch me doing dumb things on secret cameras. I am forced to clip multicolored clothes pins to a cutting board, lift pinto beans in my cupped hand, and roll playdough on the table. (Okay, it's not really playdough, and I was sent a tub of it on vacation, but it all feels like kindergarten centers to me.)

2. The baby room has changed color schemes yet again. Now it is light blue and red—still gender neutral and a little bolder than any previous ideas. We have new blinds, and the walls are getting painted light blue when we get back from vacation.

3. As it turns out, after all the tune ups and replacements of admittedly worn-out parts on my car, there wasn't anything wrong with it that was causing the overheating. It needed a new thermostat. Which is just like when the car thought it was stuck in second gear, but really it wasn't. Great. My car has Munchausens Syndrome! Or paranoia. . .

4. d has joined a soccer league. I am a soccer wife, which is seperated from soccer mom by the conspicuous absence of a mini van and snack schedule. And when they lose, they aren't collectively in tears, which is a plus. The team is comprised of mostly teachers who haven't played soccer in years, so they are getting better the more they play, but the next session will be when they really gel. I'm a little nervous about one of the teams they will be up against in a future Sunday, because they look good and more aggressive than the average C league team.

5. My teacher dreams have started up already. I had one dream in which I was merely hanging out with one of my favorite kids from last year, so I didn't immediately recognize the onset of end-of-summer dreams. It took me off guard the next night when sure enough, it was Wednesday of the first week of school and I still hadn't gotten it together enough to distribute the first day handouts with the syllabus, rules, supplies list, etc. The one school-related book I intended to read this summer is already in my carry on bag for the plane. . .