Birthday things are over, my mother’s visit has ended, and it’s back to the regular swing of things around here.
K has circus classes five days a week. Six classes, eight hours a week. As of this morning, she is pretty darn tired. And sore. And her calluses ache. This will pass, as she is a terrifically fit kid and will get used to the new regime. But for the moment it’s three late nights in a row, Monday through Wednesday, plus all the usual school and lessons and classes. This week is also hard for M. Since J and I want to go see each class the first week, we’re dragging him along.
My main impression of K’s classes so far is how GLAD I am that we made her practice her contortion, flexibility, and balance moves all summer long. She is well-prepared for the demands of her instructors.
My mother’s departure means that I, too, need to get back to work. More Chicks editing, a few other projects that are in early stages, some podcasting here are there. Plus, now that the birthday fetes are over, we have to clean up the piles of presents and cards that are accumulating in the living room and dining room.
Oh, I did go see the doctor yesterday. Apparently my wrist problem is actually an elbow problem. I have a wrist brace, and some stretches to do, and I should do dumbbell lifts instead of barbell lifts for a while to allow my wrist and elbow to bend more naturally. Also, apparently green tea, red wine, and dark chocolate are all good for you. I find this very comforting.
My son suggested I decorate my wrist brace in the manner of one of Batman’s gauntlets. I’m leaning toward Batwoman’s gauntlets instead.