It's Lonely Out...

'Tis a gorgeous day. I love these pre-autumn days when the days are warm and the nights are cool.

Yesterday, September 11th, I allowed myself to watch The History Channel's stuff on the 9/11 events. And, just like when the actual event happened eight years ago, I finally had to say "enough!". There is only so much about that day that a human can handle. Why did I watch? Because I don't ever want to lose my perspective. I don't want those feelings to get so far away that the day is trivialized. I bought a new flag to fly just for the remembrance. Hung it from the gutters...then watched little Ryan put his LEFT hand over his heart and say the Pledge of Allegiance, perfectly, and without prompting! What a champ!

Robin and I have always been close. Ryan has been a bit more of a challenge, but I think we are beginning to understand each other a bit because we have more time together. I'm figuring out his sense of humor and motivation. He doesn't think like a female! In any case, he has had one discipline note from school. I am now checking his book bag when he gets off the bus to determine if he gets to play after school or not. Robin, meanwhile, got a really good mid-term report card. (Can't believe it is midterm time, already!!!!) She met her reading goal ahead of the other kids in her class and only got a "B" in English mechanics. The rest were A's and/or S's. She is quite proud of herself...and we are proud of her! This is especially good since Plainfield elementaries are 4-star schools.

When I went to cardiac rehab yesterday, I was somewhat dreading it. An interruption of my day! Well...the first person I ran into there was someone I knew...related to my ex...then found out that the "trainer" for the day was yet another parent of a former student. That makes TWO of the nurses parents of former students... I think it works in my favor because we can relate. After the Wednesday session, my legs were like rubber all evening. After Friday's session, I didn't have any residual effect. I was told, however, that they weren't going to increase my "work" because my BP went up to 200 during exercise, and they don't want it to go over 180. I said, "How will we do that?" The gal said, "Exercise." So...my goals for rehab have to do with weight loss and exercise. I don't have a clue how much this is going to cost me, but I will stick with it because it is good for me.

With Meg and the children gone for the weekend, I am lonely. Have trouble keeping initiative when it is so quiet around here. I just keep wondering what I am here for... If you figure it out, tell me, will ya?

Later...
Ciao