Wow, so much to catch up on!! Thanks, Medibuds, for checking in, well wishes, hi's, etc!
I haven't read Mike's journal, so I don't know what he's reported on, but this is, after all, MY journal in which I can ruminate freely.
Celebrations this last month:
Dayna and Roger's new daughter, my niece
I've been hired for a new position at the district level. I'll be overseeing the implementation of the English Language Development curriculum at the 4 middle schools in Vallejo. It's still 60% (even though they really want me to consider at least 80%), and instead of working every day, I'll work full days on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays leaving Mondays and Fridays completely free. At one point, one plan had me working both jobs. That plan has been solidly abandoned.
Started back walking today with Mike. I think it was only about a mile (I had planned to do at least 2), but there were some monster hills, so we called it good.
120# club
learning to take care of my self, my boundaries, my physical and emotional health
Discovered Subway Salads for a L&G are pretty good and right on (no olives, no dressing but yes to the vinegar, no cheese but double meat -- tasty and about right in the proportions!)
MAJOR NSV ALERT! When I was in my early teens, I fell in love with a burgundy London Fog coat at Macy's -- size 16 1/2. Every time we went, I tried it on. I wasn't one of those kinds of kids who wanted stuff (which, I found out later, drove my mom nuts around Christmas and my birthday -- luckily, those events are only 5 days apart, so that particular nuttiness came but once a year). I also never really asked for anything, especially anything pricy (at the time, anything over $5 was pricy) -- I was pretty happy with what I had. Mom noted that I kept trying on the same coat, though -- playing with the zippers, running my fingers through the fake fur trim, tracing the shimmers in the satiny lining.
That year, at Christmas and 5 days before my 16th birthday, Santa showed up on at the door (remember, Dayna would have been 5 at the time -- hence the Santa visit). Santa presented Dayna with whatever she got that year (one nice present from Santa, smaller and more necessity driven stuff from parents, etc), and then brought in this box for me. There was the coat. And I wore it the rest of the night.
By the time I was in college, I was too large for the coat, so it hung in the closet for years. Eventually, Mom took the coat to Dayna since she was living in snow country and would fit into it even with sweaters, etc, underneath. Last August, Dayna gave the coat back to me. And, again, it hung in the closet -- a little too tight and, duh, summer time.
Mike and I went to an outdoor concert about 2 weeks ago and I needed something warm. With much skepticism, I got the coat out. Mind you, it's been almost 27 years since I'd gotten it.
AND IT FITS!!! I'll post pics when we've got a moment to take them.