In my case, I didn’t really believe it was stolen since I knew the doors had been locked and the alarm was on and my purse was still sitting there in plain sight. But because of the story above, it did enter my mind. Also because when our house was broken into years ago, so many odd random items were stolen that whenever we couldn’t find something instantly, we automatically concluded it must be stolen. Can’t find the other striped sock? Must have been stolen. The can opener? Obviously stolen. 95% of the time, the item would turn up, but there are some things (Dale’s old running shoes, a wool comforter, and baby formula, to name a few) that are still missing. I know it’s irrational but after all these years, whenever an item is missing, my first thought is still “someone must have stolen it.” I probably need to move on.
I try to talk about the weather as little as possible. This winter was horrible and spring has been slow in coming. But if past experience has taught me anything (and it so rarely does), it’s that complaining about the weather doesn’t help. Instead, let me share my photo collection of the snow melting from my yard. I feel shy to admit that after forty-four years of watching winter turn to spring, it’s still exhilarating enough to make me take a special trip to the front sidewalk at random intervals to document the melting process.
There is a pile of snow still visible in the last picture, but all traces of it are now gone. Check back here tomorrow for a look at our back yard. I'm not even kidding.
I’m a fair weather runner, so because of the cold weather and the late, slow melt, my training got off to a late start. I shouldn’t completely blame it on the weather since other people seemed to overcome that obstacle. Lack of motivation and sheer laziness must take some responsibility as well. Running isn’t really my thing; I’m just doing it until I discover what my thing is. So yesterday was the police half marathon, which I only signed up for because of my neighbour’s encouragement/nagging. This was by far the least I’ve ever trained for a half marathon so my expectations were low. Like I always say, low expectations are the secret to happiness, and this was no exception.
Dale and I have different running styles that don’t mesh well so we never go for a run together unless we’re on vacation in an unfamiliar city. We didn’t plan to run this race together, but I guess since we both knew we wouldn’t get a personal best anyway, we were less individual about it and ended up running the whole thing basically side-by-side. It worked out much better than we thought it would. Apparently once you’re married 25 years, you do everything together. My goal was 2:10 but I ended up with a time of 2:02, so I’m satisfied.
My friend Lori snapped these as we ran by. Apparently I appear to enjoy running much more than I actually do. I look like a crazy person. My goal is to frown more.
Last night, we went to Jim and Sabrina’s for a birthday party BBQ for my three-year-old niece Lexie. It was nice having the whole family there (except for the Vancouver ones) and a good time was had by all.
|The birthday girl|
|There are always lots of vehicles of all shapes and sizes at Jim & Sabrina's|
|I love how Nixi has her hand on Cruz's back and Bella riding her bike in her tutu|
I also did a cleaning/organizing project in the playroom this weekend. I got rid of garbage bags full of stuff and it feels so good. It’s not quite ready for the big reveal, but stay tuned. Remind me in a week or two if I still haven’t posted it; I’ll probably need the accountability to push me along.
Spencer recently told me he spends every single noon hour in the school library. All that time I spent in his early childhood encouraging a love of reading has come back to bite me. Now I have to come up with incentives to get him to stop. I told him he had to go outside at least a couple of times a week, so today he told me that he had spent his lunch hour in the school yard. I was pleased and asked him what he did.
"I talked with my friends for the first part, but then they went to play basketball. Basketball is a waste of time, so I swung around on the basketball pole and recited the English monarchy in my head."
Oh boy. It could be argued that memorizing the history of the British monarchy isn't the greatest use of time either, but at least he got fresh air and vitamin D.