first off, need to record today's schoolwork: managed to finish the ch. 10 (read all 3 chapters that are due this week), and only posted to the class once.... i didn't get much sewing done (wanted to finish the reading)....
as far as work-out, i had Tony bring my waist-twister thingy upstairs (it was too hot to do it downstairs today).... i started with 5 mins, the first day (to see how my body responded), did 10 mins on the second day and 15 mins tonight... so far so good, i don't have achy muscles from doing this but i definitely am getting a smidge of chemo-flashbacks from working these muscles... i am going to take it easy for at least the first week or so (speaking from experience, my body can't handle such a rush of those noxious chemicals)....
a little in-house news now:
Neima just started a local grammar school.... Juju felt that she had "settled" enough in this new neighborhood and might be able to get along with the kids (they have been playing with her at the playground, and Neima was able to meet a few girls in a group of girl-scouts)... of course we were all happy for her until her first day of class (that is when the house took on a creepy sound of silence)....
it was hardest on our Jonathan... he had morphed the guest room into his own bedroom/office and was doing most of his writing while Neima was sitting at a small desk that was against the south facing window..... sitting at her desk for hours, singing her songs or talking to herself, while Jonathan was trying to find the write words for his newspaper.... today he disappeared into his room, turning up a few hours later looking a bit sullen... he sat at high tea with us and finally said "i was so looking forward to that blasted singing to stop, but now Neima is gone... the room is silent..... school sucks." ;)
she has also seen Jonathan playing his violin with Juju (on cello), and expressed interest in his teaching her... i (Juju) wish that i could convince Seamus and Wesley to learn to play instruments also, we would have a little orchestra in our home, except the men refuse (they swear to me that they are "all thumbs")... it might be because of horrible memories they have as children, and grouchy teachers... i will not give up (they WILL concur).....
time for rest now..
shalom! - Ulla/Juju & co.
