I had a reasonably productive VBS week, but not so much on my other two jobs.
We had beautiful weather. Today is hot and sticky. I will not complain.
I did nothing to my back, but managed to hurt it anyway. Just walking along and, BAM, my back seized up. It's been hurting rather badly ever since, although improving in starts and fits. Trying to be grateful that this is not a constant problem for me without succumbing to worry that this is somehow the start of a new constant problem and to keep from being generally crabby because I DO NOT HAVE BACK PROBLEMS.
One car went in for repairs yesterday and the other one is up next. As my ironic life would have it, the ONE day the nurse's office calls me from school is the ONE day that I have no vehicle. But my fab friend and neighbor came to the rescue and we went to get Cal. He's fine. We're pretty sure it's allergies.
We are trying to grow grass, again.
My dad's 70th birthday party is tomorrow. It will be good to see family. My oldest nephew also graduates from college tomorrow and is recently engaged. Man time is a-flyin.
I am currently typing to the sound of my kids in the driveway playing with neighborhood friends: bikes, Pokemon, basketball and chalk. There is some reflection of a Norman Rockwell painting here while my Gigi pup hangs by my side trying to stay cool under the fan. Summer is coming and it may be in the burbs, not the country where I always thought I'd be, but I'm okay with that.
81 and muggy in the house. Why, oh why, am I making pizza tonight in a 500 degree oven? Happy Friday!