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Reclaiming my life

Esposito and I are finally relaxing again, after playing host and hostess, of sorts, to my family....

Oh, to be able to let the cat out of the bedroom! My grandma didn't realize, in a whole week and a half, that there was a cat in the house. Excellent. The sneaky bunny is now curled up next to me on the couch, shielding her eyes with her paws as she sleeps.

We went home from the beach for a night. Hubby needed some arias from the music library, and suggested that I might need a movie night with my girls. They, very obligingly, agreed to change their plans and have a night of catching up -- I hadn't been home in 5 weeks! Our yard is a jungle, but it was wet and stormy, so no mowing this trip.

Movie night was just what I needed. Many of my friends, like me, are away for the summer, and keeping in touch is just not our strong suit. Getting together for 6 or 7 hours of "movies", on the other hand, is the perfect remedy.

Also, my mama and I went shopping at the Joann's that is moving -- liquidation sales, but not really all that amazing. I will be sewing a few pairs of pjs for my girls for Christmas (note that it is currently July) and picked up some things for a skirt and a blouse. I have one skirt in progress already, but should be relatively close to finishing it -- waistband and hemline. These projects of mine always take longer than I think they should.

Hubby also checked out some books I am interested in from the school library. The book I have been most looking forward to is called Other People's Words. I am looking forward to meeting the family featured in this tail of modern day illiteracy in the US and also looking forward to its implications for my teaching this year. More to come, later, about this book.

And for today....The agenda is as such: work on puzzle, sew, sit in sun on dock and read, maybe do some exercise, love on kitty, read. Oh, vacation, thank you for arriving at last.

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