I walked bear bait with a new new town friend this morning. I walked to her house and then we walked around and then we ended up back at her house and I walked back to my house. We live about a mile and a half away from each other. All told bear bait and I ended up walking at a nice clip for 3 straight hours. I'm a bit sore tonight, mostly in the hips. Not happy about the soreness. I was thinking that maybe I'd start walking for hours a day every day. Not sure why I'd choose endless walking as a goal. I think I just need a mission. Or a replacement for the posh club. Then I remembered how winter is around the corner and how rapidly I'm turning int o a little old lady who hates the cold so endless walking will have to happen either on a treadmill or next spring.
Peanut is spending the night and I'm really excited. She's coming late and leaving early because she has something to do thursdays that is a wee bit closer to new town than to stepford, so she wants to go there from here. If her commute works I'm going to try to convince her to spend the whole day here next wednesday.
Evan's concussion is worse than it appeared to be the day after the helmet to helmet incident. I took him to new town doctor and Evan, in a very manly way, said he had no side effects at all. Except that a few hours later when he tried to do some reading for school he had to rest his eyes every once in a while because he keeps getting headaches. Also, he can't hop off the couch too fast or he gets dizzy. I want to declare his football career over. I just don't think brain injuries are acceptable. It's not like he wants to be a football player when he grows up. He needs that amazing brain to be the billionaire business mogul that he plans on being. I called the school nurse this morning to tell her what was going on incase he ended up in her office later in the day and she advised me to keep him home. So I did.
I've got to get my studio up and running. I need power and a sink (and a ceiling to cover the pink insulation that I would prefer not breath fibers off of) in the basement because I'll be setting up in there in this new house. Yuck. I hate basements. I like new town 10 times better than stepford, but I gave up so much in the house department to get here that it makes me want to cry. I'm ordering new sinks for the dumb bathrooms that have no place to stash a roll of freaking toilet paper. I would like to kick the builder (that built this house) in the balls. It would be justified. Totally.
Also, one more week until I get my tour of Y@le!! I can't wait. Cross your fingers for me!