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jackshoegazer) wrote2008-06-20 07:56 pm
jackshoegazer) wrote2008-06-20 07:56 pm
I don't wear suits when I bicycle, usually.
It is the first weekend of the summer.
I say this no only because of the solstice which heralded the season, but also because it is the first weekend of the summer, which means Ethan has been gone all week and is here for the weekend. He grew one hundred inches and aged a thousand years this past week.
Not really, but it seems like that after a week of his absence.
Today, we rode our bikes uptown for my early morning doctor appointment (nothing important, just a refresher on the do's and do-not's of anticoagulant use), and then stopped by the pool to register the wee lad (not so wee anymore, as at the age of twelve, he's the height and weight I was at fourteen) for swim lessons. He's never been formally trained, but is decent enough I trust him not to drown. We registered him for the level three class which is fairly advanced but will definitely help out his technique.
I learned to swim in gym class in 7th grade. I swam before that but not "officially." I spent several years of my childhood swimming in ponds and rivers in southern Indiana, and jumping off of bridges here in Wisconsin. I never realized I wasn't technically "swimming" until gym when I learned I was doing it all wrong. I also learned how to make a floatation device from a pair of jeans.
Afterward, we went home for a salami and provolone sandwich for lunch. Ethan played Baldur's Gate II while I napped. Then we went back to the pool.
We swam and sunbathed for a few hours. I got burned despite my best intentions. Not too bad, but I do sort of glow.
For dinner, I made baked potatoes, salad, and lemon-pepper chicken tenderloins.
Jacquelyn was busy doing science all day. Apparently her summer labmate plays Puerto Rican Top 40 music all day. Now she's playing Civilization IV. Ethan's playing Assassin's Creed. I'm wasting away on LiveJournal while debating whether it's been long enough to have some ice cream and considering my weight-loss goals, whether I should at all.
Speaking of which, since I switched back to five days per week at work (two weeks ago) I've lost four pounds. Not surprising actually, since that means I'm bicycling a bare minimum of thirteen miles per day. More often than not, I ride quite a bit more.
Seriously people, do we need another Great Depression to make everyone realize that socialism is not a dirty word? Do we need our middle class to vanish below the dark and murky poverty line before we realize that it's only a free market for billionaires? How much more of this must we suffer through before words like "privatization" and "deregulation" make us run screaming for the hills? Down with corporatism and laisse-faire economics, up with democratic socialism!
I say this no only because of the solstice which heralded the season, but also because it is the first weekend of the summer, which means Ethan has been gone all week and is here for the weekend. He grew one hundred inches and aged a thousand years this past week.
Not really, but it seems like that after a week of his absence.
Today, we rode our bikes uptown for my early morning doctor appointment (nothing important, just a refresher on the do's and do-not's of anticoagulant use), and then stopped by the pool to register the wee lad (not so wee anymore, as at the age of twelve, he's the height and weight I was at fourteen) for swim lessons. He's never been formally trained, but is decent enough I trust him not to drown. We registered him for the level three class which is fairly advanced but will definitely help out his technique.
I learned to swim in gym class in 7th grade. I swam before that but not "officially." I spent several years of my childhood swimming in ponds and rivers in southern Indiana, and jumping off of bridges here in Wisconsin. I never realized I wasn't technically "swimming" until gym when I learned I was doing it all wrong. I also learned how to make a floatation device from a pair of jeans.
Afterward, we went home for a salami and provolone sandwich for lunch. Ethan played Baldur's Gate II while I napped. Then we went back to the pool.
We swam and sunbathed for a few hours. I got burned despite my best intentions. Not too bad, but I do sort of glow.
For dinner, I made baked potatoes, salad, and lemon-pepper chicken tenderloins.
Jacquelyn was busy doing science all day. Apparently her summer labmate plays Puerto Rican Top 40 music all day. Now she's playing Civilization IV. Ethan's playing Assassin's Creed. I'm wasting away on LiveJournal while debating whether it's been long enough to have some ice cream and considering my weight-loss goals, whether I should at all.
Speaking of which, since I switched back to five days per week at work (two weeks ago) I've lost four pounds. Not surprising actually, since that means I'm bicycling a bare minimum of thirteen miles per day. More often than not, I ride quite a bit more.
Seriously people, do we need another Great Depression to make everyone realize that socialism is not a dirty word? Do we need our middle class to vanish below the dark and murky poverty line before we realize that it's only a free market for billionaires? How much more of this must we suffer through before words like "privatization" and "deregulation" make us run screaming for the hills? Down with corporatism and laisse-faire economics, up with democratic socialism!
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