Presidents’ Day

My school is observing Presidents’ Day, but it has become apparent when I look on Facebook that other schools are not.  I have friends in Alaska and Oklahoma who both went to class this morning.  I cannot complain about the lack of class.  It gives me an extra day to study for the Spanish test tomorrow.

My grandmother’s memory is still deteriorating.  My aunt’s (Mom’s sister) birthday was yesterday.  She and her husband own a vineyard in Oregon.  Mom’s other sister and her husband decided to go down for a visit over the long weekend.  My grandmother did not seem to realize that my aunt and uncle live in Oregon and have for several years now.  I guess I should not be too surprised about this.  My grandmother does not seem to remember the names of her two great-grandsons, who are six years and one year old, respectively.  My parents and I have not seen her thus far this month, so I cannot get a good idea of how much worse she has gotten.  I can only hope the rate of deterioration has slowed down a bit.

Dad turns 54 on Wednesday.  Mom is hoping to have my brother and his girlfriend come over for steaks that night.  We also intend to avoid answering the phone if a certain relative calls.  Dad can answer that call.  I have no intention of talking to that person right now.

Dad had a bad cold over the past couple of weeks.  Or so he says.  I know he has had a cold.  I can tell by his occasional coughs and the way he breathes.  However, it is not bad enough to warrant his skipping Kickboxing.  I have been playfully calling him a wimp since he started claiming the cold would prevent him from participating.  I have also warned him that I did not want the cold.  Why? Because my body tends to take colds and make them at least twice as bad.  Mom has since come down with the cold.  Dad decided to ask since she now has the cold whether she thought he would have been able to go to class last week.  Mom replied, “I intend to take class this week.” It was her nice way of saying that she indeed thought he should have been in class.  I called out that he needed to stop being a wimp.  My family is so nice to each other.  Hee.

My instructors at the dojang seem to be getting more and more annoyed with one particular student.  He is a ten year old boy who has been on the black belt testing list a couple times.  He failed the fitness portion of the test in December after months of refusing to let people try to motivate him.  Well, that test did not motivate him, either.  He showed up late to class.  I speculate he dragged his feet with the idea that he would not be allowed in class if he showed up late.  Well, the instructor said he could come in.  He chose that moment to throw a tantrum.  Now, the sparring class he was to attend is at the same time as the Kickboxing class I attend on Saturday mornings.  So, my class was disrupted by his tantrum and the resulting coughing fit.  I looked up briefly from my stretching to make sure he was indeed okay, but then went back to what I was doing.  I told the other students who showed concern that his horrid coughing was tantrum induced.  This prompted the head instructor who was leading my class to briefly step out after stretching and tell the kid to leave.  I feel bad for his grandmother, who watches him during the weekend while his mother works.  She has a lot to put up with.

I am currently doing two bookmarks as my current cross-stitch project.  I finished the first of them yesterday and have since started on the other.  I really like how this one turned out, and I look forward to how the other bookmark will look when I am done with it next weekend (hopefully).

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About emeree

I am an Air Force veteran. I served as a Security Forces troop for nearly seven years and reached the rank of Staff Sergeant before separating in 2008. My tours of duty were in England and Oklahoma. I live in the Seattle area, which is where I grew up. I used my GI Bill and earned a degree from the University of Washington. I currently work in downtown Seattle and experience all the adventure that comes with that.
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