My day

This morning I slept in a bit. A very small bit. But that was good because yesterday (yes, I know I'm diverging from my selected topic) we left home at 3:45 for dance, and stayed there until 7:15, when we went straight to a church meeting, and we didn't get home from that till 9:45. So yesterday was kind of a long day.

We went for a walk before we started school, because we knew it was going to get nasty later. (And it did.) I ran with Hannah on the "walk." It took us 20 minutes to go all the way around. Which means right now I'm running a 20 minute mile. Eeee. I hope I improve on that. But I made it all the way around--I always think I won't, which doesn't really make sense, because at the point where I would feel like turning around I'd be over halfway around and I wouldn't really have much choice about not going on. Well, I could walk I guess.

After drinking copious amounts of water, I got started on school. Blah. I wasn't enjoying it, today. I took 3 math quizzes because we always forget that I have them, so they pile up. But they're really short, only one or two problems. If there were more than that I'd still be working! I'm doing the 80's in 20th century day by day (yes, such a book exists, and yes, it's as massive as it sounds).

After I finished my book school I did spanish and piano. I'm kinda at a standstill in spanish until I get my cds from the library.

And we have piano lessons on Friday. I'm not sure I'm ready. But I'll be ok, my only worry is that I'll have to work on some songs again for another few weeks and Hannah won't. We're on the same songs right now. Which means she could potentially pass me. She started before me but I caught up and passed her. Oh well, she's allowed. Hmm.

And that just about brings me up to the present moment, except for the fact that the weather is a little too unpredictable for Abby's soccer practice, so they're having it downstairs in the living room. I'll just let that sink in for a second. Let the silence hang in the air. Picture it: 10 girls running around in cleats in your living room. Kicking a soccer ball high into the air. Using the doorways as goals. Knocking into each other and furniture. Well, ok, they're actually watching the tape of Saturday's game, to see how they can improve. And I'm taking the opportunity to update my blog.

Other little tidbits that don't fit into the regular outline of the day:

Every spring Greta is re-introduced to thunder. When she was younger and more feisty she barked at it. Now she sticks as closely to her people as she possibly can. She cowers under tables by our feet, follows Mom everywhere with her tail tucked between her legs, and mostly makes herself look as pitiful and scared as possible. So cute!

I mentioned before that I wasn't enjoying my work. Which made the day a lot less enjoyable, because a good bit of it was work. "What's the point of wishing away your day wishing you weren't doing work?" I ask myself. Plus, it makes me feel like I've forgotten something. I don't know why, it just does. So tomorrow I'm going to have a better attitude and "find satisfaction in all my work." Which is from Ecclesiastes.