Have a great fourth of July… Kat, Jakob and I are off to Pennsylvania. Jakob will get some Grandmom and Grandpop time, and Kat and I are going to brave the crowds and try to see some of Live 8.
I feel a little foolish that I’m headed to Philly right after NECC.. and having read everyone’s reports from there, I am really wishing that I had decided to go down there, but oh well. There’s always next year.
Here’s the latest Jakob photo. This was a "hold the camera in front of you and snap" shot… and as soon as Jakob saw the camera, he gave his big smile. He is the world’s biggest ham.
O.k. aging stinks. Aside from the whole "harder to keep weight off, less hair on the top of my head, more on my back" thing, I think the injury thing is starting to wear on me. I tore up my right ankle nine years ago, wasn’t insured, so I didn’t have surgery then. I’ve worn a lace-up brace ever since, and it’s served me well until recently. Now, my ankle gives out even after one summer league Ultimate game.
I played in the Summer League playoffs on Saturday, and my ankle was a wreck by the end, but ice and a jacuzzi seemed to work wonders until Monday when it just gave. Now I’m home, futzing with MT, sitting with an ice pack on the ankle (gotta love velcro ice pack holders) and just suffering through a serious case of cabin fever.
If any of my students are reading this, enjoy youth. And treat your body well.
It’s a little disconcerting when I can’t find anyone in my family. Sure, my parents are on vacation, but my dad’s birthday was Saturday, and I haven’t had either parent return a cell phone call. And suddenly, my sister isn’t returning a call either. I’m torn between wondering what I did wrong… o.k., wondering if the entire family is annoyed I didn’t call my dad until Sunday… or if they are just being as flaky as I can be.
Hm. Who knows…