Well, the last couple weeks have brought a bit of sturm und drang to ye olde Blogger household. JB was felled by an affliction that required an ER visit and lots of drugs, but he's on the mend. The boy has had some issues with school that required after-hours attention and bureaucratic paperwork nonsense, but we keep muddling on as best we can with all that. On Wednesday we have Part Two of the three-part ADHD-Or-What doctor assessment thang, so we'll see where that lands.
All that aside, we're all doing pretty well. I'm still healthy and sane -- at least by comparison, so I guess that means I win. None of us have been booted from our respective Daily Grind establishments, which is also good. The weather is lovely. My yard is lovely. My house -- well, it is untidy, but that's what next weekend is for.
The big news since my last post is that my parents came to visit. And as far as I know, we all had a good time, which is nice. Mom and I spent hours wandering around on various shopping expeditions, Mom and Dad went to a party on Saturday, I worked, JB worked, Thomas did all his homework, and he also took his first stab at mowing the lawn. Admittedly, he's a tad unclear on the concept of mowing in nice, even rows and circles, so the result looked a bit like the work of a drunken midget, but when he hopped down and I explained it to him, he understood immediately. Something to shoot for next time -- although I'm sort of fruitlessly hoping that "next time" will be next spring, not next weekend. It's October, for pete's sake.
I'm also still debating whether to have a Halloween party. We've done this every year since Thomas was in kindergarten, but I'm not sure why -- attendance has dwindled each year, and last year it snowed on the big day, which was a nasty deterrent. I'm just not sure it's worth it. And unfortunately, I have to hurry up and decide -- it's October, for pete's sake!
Still, the only thing I feel like I am consistently falling down on is blogging. Well, and writing. Last week I was so unmotivated to sit down and tap out a diary entry or a new chapter that I persuaded myself it would be a good idea to start exercising instead, and I began a couch-to-5K program. The dog is happy, as she loves the exercise. The kid is less thrilled, as he is about as big a fan of sweating and panting as I am. And I'm not sure I have much interest in actually running a 5K, which sort of diminishes my motivation. Which do I hate more: running or writing? I guess it'll depend on the day. Besides, the Nats are looking good for the postseason, plus there are lots of movies in my Netflix. Perhaps TV will win again. Because, yeah, that would be a shock....
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