Monday, August 24, 2015

Tiny Dancer

Delaney had her first dance class on Saturday. She's taking a preschool "combo" class: ballet, tumbling, tap.


She loved it! My daughter texted me a few pictures during the class, and Miss D's concentration and intensity were obvious in every photo.


A second round of big, noisy thunderstorms hit around 10 p.m. last night. So much for my plans to go to bed early and start the work week bright-eyed and positive. Sophie has developed a fear of thunderstorms, understandable considering their violence and frequency this summer. I hadn't even noticed the storm approaching when I tried to take her out last night, and she saw the first flashes of lightning in the distance and froze on the upstairs balcony, refusing to take another step. I gave up and put her back inside and took Murphy, who was never afraid of storms even when he could see and hear them. Then I carried my stiff-legged, grunting, stressed out Sophie downstairs and to a patch of grass and ordered her to pee quickly and get it over with. She stood frozen, watching the lightning over the trees. After a few seconds she took care of business and we went back inside. I feel for her when I have to leave her all day to endure these storms basically "alone."

So, I never heard anything about that job that had all the headhunters calling. I guess I'll have to do this job search the old fashioned way. Because yes, when the start of the work week fills you with dread, it's time to regroup.


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