Pure Chatter

A woman showering at the gym tonight was scrubbing her skin with one of those green kitchen brillo pads used for getting the caked on baked on goo off of pots & pans. All I could think was hmmmm.

I had a great running dream. It was the same night we happened to see part of the Boston Marathon on TV. In my dream I ran fast and strong for a long time. It felt good. In my waking run over a week ago, my knee hurt with every step and afterward for a couple of days. I have a half marathon in June and haven't trained enough. Because of the knee pain. So I'll go to the chiropractor, keeping my fingers crossed that it's something that can be addressed simply.

Tonight I meet another mom for tea and planning for the preschool 'yearbook'. My boy goess to kindergarten in the fall. And while there is plenty to keep me busy, I'm volunteering for the school's auction by entering information into a database, I felt compelled to try to help. The woman who is doing the work is one of the very few that I care for. Most are not my type in the least. The ones that have been at the school since the beginning of time. This mom is new like us. And ready to be finished with this school. I have no illusions about the new place or that the families will be that much different than the ones we've encountered here. But fully understand that I'm not too open to certain people. That and I'm simply not the kind of person that walks around pretending that the world is perfect or anything resembling my experience of it. I'm judgemental and disinterested in being like most of them but also get that being closed off is not helpful either.