Right. This journal has been full of gloom and doom recently, and that's odd, because there have been fantastic things in my life. They just haven't made it into this journal at all.
My "auntie" S used to own a preschool, and has just sold all her old stuff to a school that's going to be opening in September. (It looks a fantastic school, really, and the woman opening it is going to be very very good at teaching, I think. I've grown up surrounded by teachers - I've got ... teacherdar. It's like gaydar but for teachers.) She's got back problems, so I've been doing all the heavy lifting and stuff for her. We've spent the past couple of months doing inventory so that she knows what she's selling (and have rescued two puppets, a xylophone, a set of dinosaur models from the British Museum and a My Little Pony that she just can't bear to part with!), and yesterday we started moving it down to its new home. 37 (full) Rubbermaid containers, I hauled yesterday. It was very hard work, but it was also very satisfying. You wouldn't know it to look at me, but I like a physical challenge. I have trouble getting enough exercise, because there's not really much of an accomplishment external to me; I'm a little fitter, yes, but I don't have a sense of having achieved something the same way I do when there's a new garden dug, or boxes moved somewhere else. (And they have to be moved for a reason, I can't just move boxes from room to room!)
I've got bruises and scrapes and am a bit sore, but it's good.
I treated myself to a new swimsuit; Mariko's going to teach me how to use SCUBA gear (in a five-feet-deep swimming pool, don't worry. She's not a certified Divemaster yet, and we're neither of us stupid enough for her to give me lessons in anything deeper or with a current, thank you.) - nothing fancy, jhust how to breathe, check the equipment, and put it on and take it off. If we get really fancy, I'll put it on and take it off underwater. I'm going to take more advantage of the college pool next year. I'm hoping there'll be water aerobics again, because that was fun. The new suit is black with white rays. I like it very much, and it's very comfortable. Not sexy, because there isn't a swimsuit in the world that could make me sexy (cute, sure. Pretty, maybe. Sexy red-hot seductress of Lust, no. That's okay, I don't much want to be a Sexy Red Hot Seductress of Lust.), but comfortable and actually made for swimming in, unlike a lot of suits sold in my size which all seem to assume that the wearer is either a) eighty seven years old with a penchant for gold lame accents and offensively large floral designs or b) not actually going to swim in it, but rather lounge around the poolside reading a book. No. I need a swimsuit that will look okay on a twenty-one-year-old, and will stand up to clambering around in canoes and falling out of kayaks on a regular basis.
In other good news, there is Paul Simon music and Bob Dylan music and just music in general, which makes me very happy.
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