I haven't posted in ages. I wonder how many bloggers start a post with a line like that at least once a year? every six months? monthly? Well, I'm baaaaacccccckkkkkk. A part of me considers this idle time wherein I could be "really" writing -- back to The Cheesy Christmas Story or Molly or The Last Spy or Magic in the Mix or... well, you get the idea. I could be writing.
But this really, truly is WRITING. And it's a good way to get myself back in the swing, the saddle, the line-up... (or another metaphor). The summer has delivered lovely and lazy days, great for rejuvenation, not that I need much. Here's what's up:
1. I finished the 5k. Ran all the way. Well, almost. Just walked up that last little hill. Ugh. I was the slowest runner in the pack. I could have walked faster than I ran. BUT... as my friend Betty Ryberg continues to remind me: "you beat everyone who didn't run at all." Okay, that's weak, but I'll take it. I did beat those who slept in on the morning of the race. I realize now how much fear I was carrying about running and how that impeded my progress. I'm working on actually RUNNING now, not jogging. And yes.... I continue to run three times per week, usually every-other-day -- MWF or Tu/Th plus either Sat or Sun. I must confess, however, to abstaining during the height of the humidity. No can do. It's just too too overwhelming -- I can't work for the rest of the day if I start out all sweaty and exhausted. Usually running in the morning exhilarates the rest of my day, but not when I'm a wet dishrag after running in the humidity. One more thing -- I never really ran 3 miles until the 5K race. Yep. That was a surprise. I have been training by time and not by distance. I haven't changed that ... yet. But if I ever (ha ha ha ha ha) sign up for another race, I'll have to find a distance and stick to it. But I'll repeat: ha ha ha ha ha... on that future race idea.
2. Lots of sewing. Quilts, clothes, bitty booties.... ooooooooh... that brings me to #3... (drumroll)...
3. The BIG NEWS: I'm gonna be a grandmother. Now this takes some explaining, since I'm already a grandma. I'm a grandmother to my husband's kids' children. In essence, I'm a step-grandmother. But I've always considered myself a grandmother (although I admit to having a bit of hurt feeling when one of the kids told my husband that I "wasn't really in the family").
My son and his wife (wedding pictures from summer 2009 here somewhere in the archive) are expecting my first biological grandchild in February. I suspect I'll feel something a little different with this bambino. I'm not sure. I would hope my love is equal to the task of surrounding all five (5!) amazing grandchildren -- each with his or her own personality. But you just never know what will happen, do you? I am excited and happy and looking forward. I love connecting in this even with Geoff and Carrie who are unique and delightful in my eyes. Watching them welcome a new life will be inspiring. Oh, it is already. Do you know what they did? They sent me a digital sound byte of the baby's heartbeat. Did I cry? Oh, please. Tissue fairies have been alerted!
I'm sure I have more news, but I'm so not sure anybody's actually reading. I'll get back to ... SYLLABUSVILLE. I'm taking off the Spring Semester 2011, so I've got 3 classes now for which I need to prep and organize. Oy!