It hasn't been the best week.
Last Saturday, eight days ago, I discovered that my laptop had been used for nefarious purposes by the person I'd have least suspected of nefarious purposing. His first reaction was to lie, and his second was to say "I didn't mean for you to see that" (which, DUH), and his third was to say he wouldn't do it again, but in a weaselly way that leaves me suspecting he's just planning to cover his tracks better next time.
Trust is inelastic: you can't just snap it back into place like nothing ever happened.
The next day I went out for a run and it was glorious. I was trying a couple of new things I'd been reading about -- a different breathing rhythm, in particular, that allowed me to go 10% faster than my usual long run pace without wanting to kill myself even a little bit. I felt fantastic -- for the first 45 minutes. A hundred yards from home I hit an uneven spot in the sidewalk, went down hard, and sprained my ankle. It is not a bad sprain, not at all like the one 5 years ago, but the ankle is still green and tender a week later. (Parenthetically, I think my summer strength training class was a really good thing for me and my floppy joints. No joint pain all summer long, but this week I've got a sprained ankle and, from a separate incident, two sore hips. Need to figure out a way to get back to that class.)
As you already know, school troubles made it a stressful week. I'm trying not to borrow trouble on that front, but I am a dedicated trouble-borrower.
Yesterday Elwood and I had a stupid argument that poisoned the weekend for me. This isn't the place to air our dirty laundry, so I'll just say OH do I hate stupid arguments. I went to Mass this morning still churning with resentment. I wish I could say that the readings on marriage filled me with hope and encouragement, but...not so much.
Anyway. There are bright spots too. I went out this evening and bought six dozen bulbs: 32 daffodils and 40 tulips. I love planting bulbs. I took the four youngest kids to a nearby farm today, where they unexpectedly had a blast feeding goats and calves. We're planning a Columbus Day trip to an apple orchard. Cider doughnuts ahoy! Yesterday I organized the toys and half of the craft closet and I discovered that there is an actual floor in the boys' closet. Who knew? I have to go tuck a boy in, and with the rest of the evening I am going to work on slapping pictures into albums while listening to my new Pandora station. I am not much of a country music fan, but I asked Pandora to make me a station based on Sugarland and Patsy Cline and it's been unexpectedly fun. (Yesterday I was hip deep in the contents of the catch-all big bin when the hipster dad from the other side of the block rang the bell. I answered the door with the most stereotypical kind of country music blaring from my pocket -- pickup trucks and faithful dogs and cheatin' women. If he had any doubts that I wasn't a hipster, they are now dispelled.)
I'm working on a felted entrelac bag for my 12yo. When I asked him what kind of project he wanted me to make for him next, he said, "Is there anything you could knit for me that would let you try something new you've been wanting to try?" Isn't that the sweetest? I have some delicious dark chocolate which I plan to apply medicinally. Here's to a better week.
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