Off the treadmill

I went to the gym today- oh wait.... yes, I really did go to the gym today. My ipod was dead and there wasn't an episode of I Didn't Know I was Pregnant on, so I consoled myself by spotting dubious grammar in various locations. There was a flyer for personal trainers and one of the benefits was that you would 'lose weight and tone'. Why would losing tone be a good thing? I wondered (no I didn't, yes this is kind of douchey, exercise sucks, work with me). Then the little stream of words at the bottom of the news channel said there was a drug raid in Quebec where the police seized 'heroin, cocaine, ecstasy, marijuana and vehicles'. There's a new drug called Vehicles, I thought? (no I didn't, well maybe I did for a second).

On the way out of the grocery store, an old woman pointed out that a bag of buns was falling out of my cart. Then she patted my arm and told me to put on my coat, which I hadn't because I was hot from working out and even though the temperature was low it was sunny and felt nice-cold rather than bitter-cold. Old people always tell me to put my coat on. She said "just don't catch a cold. Take care of your life. Have a nice day, dear." It could have been annoying, but it wasn't. It was sweet.

Angus was in his last volleyball tournament (stupid teachers' union, stupid government) and he said he'd like me to come watch. I hate going to watch. I have to find a place to park and figure out whether to take off my boots or just skulk around the edges of the gym and hope no one notices I'm wearing outdoor footwear, figure out which court Angus is on, feel conspicuous and awkward, he never knows exactly when he's going to play. I hate going to watch.

I love that he wants me to come watch. So I went to watch. It worked out well. I got a good parking spot, I found the court he was on easily and he played for a good half hour and then I could leave and I got to see him make a couple of good blocks and hit a couple of serves. Plus, Good Mom points IN THE BANK.

Last day of Nablopomo. I'm not sure how I feel about how it went this year except that it's done, and I did it even when I didn't want to, and sometimes that's good enough (I tell myself this at some point during every canoe trip I've ever been on.) Special thanks to Nan, who promised to comment on every post on day one and even though I emailed her and released her from the promise immediately because I thought she might have been overly optimistic or possibly high. And then she commented on EVERY SINGLE POST - even the lame ones that only got two comments. Thanks to everyone else who commented also; it's a whole lot of blathering to have to keep up with in a month.

Okay, let's all do that thing like the volleyball team does where we all come together and slap hands and whack each other's shoulders after every single thing that happens, and maybe call each other Man or Bro or something. Okay? Because I love you all. You're my people. (It's Friday, my husband's home after a week in France and this is my thirtieth post in thirty days - I'm non-drunk drunk.)