I'm nervously awaiting...

My husband texted over an hour ago that he was finishing up his last task, and would be heading home shortly. He hasn't shown up yet.

I figure he probably either got held up by his boss, who's leaving the country tomorrow and needs all sorts of things done beforehand, or the trains are slow because it's late, heading into the weekend.

So I probably shouldn't be as nervous as I am-- checking the phone every two seconds to make sure he hasn't called, listening with too much attention to every bump and scuffle in the hallway outside our apartment door.

Shouldn't isn't not. And Fee seems just as vigilant. She's curled on the bath cushion I left on the floor by the tub, after carrying Sprog off to get dry and into pjs and bed. She lifts her head at every bump and scuffle, too. Our eyes meet.

He's home. Finally. It was the trains.

He wants to relax online, so I'll stay here a while.

It's been an interesting day.

A few months ago, I told a friend of mine, who teaches music classes for children in the neighborhood, that I'd been thinking about starting to teach art classes for school-age children. I wanted to offer something beyond the basic pompom crafts and fingerpaint-- some real technique in with the joy and creativity.

Well, as I started to consider logistics-- space for classes, insurance issues, and so on and so forth-- I quailed. I've still been thinking about what I could do, but it's been on the back burner for a while.

Anyway, a parent in the neighborhood asked my friend if she knew anyone who could offer private drawing classes for her daughter, and my friend recommended me. I wrote up a little proposal, and I'll be meeting this woman and her daughter, to talk about what she wants to learn, and to assess her skills! Eeeeeek!

Again, I probably shouldn't be nervous. The daughter is only five. Though it's the mother I'm worried about impressing.

But still-- a first step towards one of my goals. Who knows where it could lead?

In other news, I joined the local running club and registered for a short race in early March. Another first step, that will likely lead to many (many!) more.

I also took care of all sorts of bills and organizational stuff, and helped my son get used to wearing his first pair of big boy shoes (the sorts with real, thick soles) at the playground and around the apartment building this afternoon.

Oh! And with a little nod to the lovely tracey, I should mention I am now the proud owner of a small trampoline. A family in the neighborhood wanted to get rid of it, so I got it for the great price of zippo.

I jumped on it yesterday for about twenty minutes. It is a workout. And I should have worn a bra. And I also peed a little. But we'll figure all that out in time.

Today, Sprog was a little too interested in it for me to jump safely, so he played on it for a while. He is a fan. Then I had the great idea of moving the jumperoo to face me so we could jump together. Which worked for a while, until he started to fall asleep in the jumperoo. So I put him to bed. And I didn't want to wake him up by jumping.

Anyway. It's fun. And I think it will be a nice way to exercise when it's too icy out to run. Or when I only have a little time to get active.

Oh, and I can't remember if I mentioned this, but J and I finally joined the new millennium by getting smart phones. The cheap ones that come with our plan, but still! Fancy! All technology-like.

But texting on smartphones is a challenge. I know. Who ever heard of such a thing?

For entertainment purposes, I'll transcribe J and my last conversation before he came home this evening. I'd just show you a screen shot of the page, but I don't know how to do that yet.

I thought o'd rrecotded
s message for you-
dome voice to text
thing. Guess it find't
work. Are you coming home
soon? I re fuse to
spell check.

Ya on last task now.
You want me to ok pick
anything up? Spell
check is for babies.

I found a half an apple
under my foot. Oh, and
I don''t think spell
check I'd for our baby.
He foesn't care.

Within I'm ok. If you're going
out for you could you get
grapefruit mash? Or whatever.

He says my texts have an Eastern European flavor...

Comments

[Kathi]

Art classes - fun! You could do this. But before that, good luck with impressing mom!

Check out this place that opened in Portland last year...

https://vinegogh.net/

I bought a Groupon for three of us to go try out a class there. I'm not a painter, but I'm excited to try. They have several children's classes as well. I bet if you gave them a call they'd be willing to talk to you about how they got started.

While I love the option to text on my phone, I'm not very good at all. I even have the option to use a keyboard. The buttons are so small and it makes me feel like I have ginormous fingers. And, I'm too anal not to correct spelling. Maybe I should let that go.

P.S. - I pee every time I have to do jumping jacks with Jillian Michaels.

P.P.S. - I think Jillian Michaels is out to get me.

[roo]

Haha! Thanks for the vote of confidence. And the pee commiseration. Jillian Michaels is probably out to get everybody.

[tracey]

You got a trampoline!! So cool!! I love mine and would like to get a bigger one, if I could. And, yes, a bra is a must. Actually -- hate to say it -- sometimes, I wear two. I want to bounce but I don't want to be hit in the face, you know?

And Jillian Michaels IS out to get everybody.