Michael had a T-2 match this morning and lost big-time. He needs to really work on his skills and then he could be an amazing player, but I don't know how to motivate him. I emailed Coach, but I think only divine intervention will work at this point... [The above image has nothing to do with tennis, it's just one of my favorie shots of Michael...]
We are having a beautiful day here with nearly spring-like temperatures - 50's, sunshine. Hardly feels like winter. Until you go outside and stand out of the sunshine for a minute. Then it's nippy.
We took Mother to Target this afternoon. She had not been out in a while, due to the bad weather - cold affects her arthritis. I have to rant here for a minute. The little scooters at Target for older folks and folks with handicaps are always so balky and difficult to operate. Mother went careening off today feeling cramped in the little scooter, and fearing for the safety of other shoppers. It was so ridiculous. Mother just can't traipse all over the big stores, but we'd go more often if the scooters worked better. Shame on Target.
I am trying to think of something Alesia can do as a hobby. She is currently doing nothing, except reading and drawing. I suggest things and she shoots me down. Here is a list of the things she has done since I adopted her 5 years ago: dance classes, piano classes, pottery class, drawing class, swimming lessons, tennis lessons, youth group activities. She flat refuses to do anything with the youth group at church, and I don't push it. She's 18 and they are all younger. I am not sure what to do. I wish she had something to do that was really fun for her, like writing is to me.
I woke up at 5 a.m. with a sinus headache. Tylenol sinus didn't touch it. I finally took one of Alesia's 800 mg. Ibuprofen and it tamped down to bearable levels. I need to get out the neti pot and use it, but it's so messy and I am just really averse to it. Snorting salt water is not my idea of fun.
I am spending way too much time playing Farmville on Facebook. It's so stupid. I get obsessed way too easily. I went to stay at a vacation home with my best friend when I was 16, in a chalet in the mountains owned by her dad. We had a nice weekend, but I became obsessed with the vintage slot machine he had there, and I played the nickel slots until I was this crazed person and my friend was yelling at me in frustration. That right there is why I will never go to Vegas - I can't control myself. I would make a terrible gambler.
One of my dad's cousins supported himself as a gambler in South Georgia. You can laugh but Bud was quite a gambler. He married a schoolteacher and had two daughters, and they told me when they were growing up they had to be quiet all day while their dad slept because he stayed up all night. In the morning they might find the TV gone or a brand new Cadillac in the driveway. They never knew. They grew up to be remarkably normal people due, I am sure, to the stabilizing influence of their mother.
One thing I have been doing a lot is scanning old photos into the computer. here are some good ones:
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