How do you know you’re getting old? You actually sign up for weeknight Pickleball classes, that’s how. I’ve flipped through the community enrichment catalogs many times before. There’s been a time or two when a financial or estate planning class has caught my eye but I have never actually signed up.
Go big or go home, Pickleball it is. My friend Anna is so much better than I am about walking and getting her steps in. She’s know better than to ask me to go waking durning the winter. There’s usually only got a 50/50 change of commitment when the weather is nice. That’s one thing about me you can count on, I never over commit. Somehow she talked me into signing up for Pickleball.
I had no idea what to expect. 5:30-7pm is a long time. We had our first class on Tuesday night and I feel like we learned a lot. I don’t understand the scoring at all but I do know that you want to stay out of the kitchen (that’s the name for the part of the court right up to the net). We go every Tuesday night for a month. It gives us exercise and entertainment.
I got word today that my kids bus isn’t running all of next week. I know it seems trivial but drop off and pickup is a nightmare, a comical nightmare. I swear I could write a book strictly on what is witnessed in that line. My kids understand the concept of tuck and roll.
Got my dad today. I know it’s weird and morbid and weird, but he’s here. He’s not sitting at my table drinking coffee and laughing about my kids latest antics. Instead he’s sitting in a jar currently on my buffet until I decide where to put him.
This weekend I’m going to purge my closet. I can’t stand it anymore. I’ve got probably 25 pair of jeans. Who needs 25 pair of jeans? I’m out of hangers and room. I wonder what the appropriate number of jeans to have is? I’m thinking 7-10. That’s my goal.
I miss seeing my dresser. It’s under a heaping mound of clothes. You’d think I would take the time to put them away considering I’ve washed, dried, and folded them, but nope. I’m not lazy just overwhelmed.