Dear Diary . . . day by day

Tuesday, July 17th, 2001 - Sing, Sing, Sing

I'll have you all know that Tim had started the singing on Monday morning; it was his misfortune to pick a song that I knew most of the words for ("This Old Man" or "Knick-knack, Paddy-whack"). And he let me get through the whole song (with some creative, early-morning lyrics) before pretending to cuddle me so he could dump me onto the floor like that. Harumph! At least I sang an entire song, instead of just a few lines that are bound to get stuck in a person's head all weekend long.
Hee, indeed!
Tim and I laughed a lot this weekend. Sunday morning in particular (or was it Saturday?) we tried to get all sexy, but it wasn't quite there that time. Then Tim said, "I want to giggle and tickle you instead." So, tickle fight. Of course, I can't really use my arms too much, so he always wins. Sigh. If only I was still lifting weights, I'd teach him not to look so smug. Ah, well. I love the sound of Tim's laughter when we tickle fight like that; it's such a clean, joyous sound, and it makes me so very happy.
Oh, dear, here I am going on about Tim some more. Sorry. I miss him. The nervousness over him moving in (in less than two weeks!) is gone and I can hardly wait for it to happen, for him to be here.
My life otherwise isn't so exciting. I need a job, either a permanent job that won't kill my hands/arms/neck or a lucrative stop-gap until I can start substitute teaching in September. Work right now is ok, but somehow there's barely enough work to fill the four hours a day I'm there, and I'm learning to fear Janine's "projects". She did give me her old 27" TV yesterday (thanks to Aron and David for carrying it in for me), which is nice. Once we get Tim all settled in and his nice, comfy couch arranged, we'll have to have some movie nights.
Ah, ramble ramble. I go now. Bye.

Exercise log:
Walked down to the YMCA and did stretching, 150 situps and 20 minutes on the precor. It's the new routine, doncha know.
Writing log:
Sent out "Golden Apples" last night during commercial breaks for the "Mists of Avalon". I was proud of myself; I didn't let the sun set on that rejection, but had it out again the same day. Go me.
I'm currently reading:
Genuis of Deceit by Tim Pratt
Slowly, chapter by chapter :-)
Fortress of Thorns by Marissa Lingen
Outlining for two kinds of studyin':
Midnight Robber by Nalo Hopkinson
My new PO Box is:
Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222

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