Steam vents from Kilauea Caldeira behind Charlotte, on her own 4th grade trip.
@postaday 134; #postaday2011.
Hi everybody who reads my blog. That’s you, you and, YOU?! Really? You read my blog, too? Wow! Gratitude, love and something to chew on. By this time of the day, I consider it unlikely anyone who cares to read what I’ve written has given up on me and moved on. I know. Life doesn’t wait, so if you’re sitting on your ass waiting for me, whoa, how sad is that? LOL.
Charlotte, Ariana and her mom, Stacy, and Sophie last night when the kids came back from the Big Island.
What’s the point of the title, Keeping it real? Just now Charlotte flipped that out at me. I was fascinated by her 9-year-old coolness. Yesterday she came back from the Big Island, a little wiser. She just had a spat with her sister. So this blog entry is keeping it real. This was life today. And I’m sitting right now, in the chair of uselessness, knowing the laundry needs my attention and my children will speed dial CPS if I don’t get the chicken soup I promised roiling on the stove.
Zooming by in my Grateful Dead jersey and a black sleeve on one arm and a white sleeve on the other. That's how I roll, LOL. Photo by John.
First off, I had a great ride according to my Garmin stats. Less than two hours to do about 32 miles. I love pushing myself. When the alarm went off at 545 this morning, I was really tired and I did not want to get up. But nothing feels as good as the end of a bicycle ride, or the end of a workout at @24-Hour Fitness Hawaii Kai, or whatever your fitness demon might be. For John, it’s running, or at the gym, he shackles himself to the stairclimber for 65 minutes. Ugh. I would go INSANE.
Yesterday I signed John and myself up for the 30th annual Honolulu Century Ride. Yes, against all the noise I made about it at the conclusion of the last ride. I did have flashbacks last night about going around Mokapu by the Marine Corps base, and going up Kahekili Highway, and of the rain we encountered out in Kaaawa, but then I realized that riding a century was a lot like childbirth. You tend to forget how much it hurts, and sign on for more.
I’m also signing up for the Na Wahine Swim and Spin, during the festival that is Sept. 11, 2011. Saturday. 9-11-11. Forboding. I have never raced in rough water, but I have swam competitively. I can probably do alright in the 12-mile bicycle ride. So we shall see. The Achille’s tendon injury I had last year makes me too chickenshit to try and ever run competitively again. Such is life.
Today was sign-up day for the City & County of Honolulu Summer Fun program. I used to be the mom at the front of the line, in the chair, with the newspaper, later with my iPhone, with a venti Starbucks, eager to sign up her littles before the program filled up. Today? That was not me. I ride my bicycle by the park entrance upon starting and ending my ride, and today there were already vehicles filling the lot. Since Sophie would be a Junior Leader, and Charlotte is going into the 5th grade, there wasn’t going to be much competition at their levels. So I rode my bicycle and we got up there at 10:30 a.m. We didn’t have to sign up for Summer Fun Plus because the girls are big enough to meet me at home at the end of their sessions. I apologized to Kalina and Salele and told them I was really going to miss them this summer. Truthfully! How fast kids grow up.
Sophie fits a shoulder rest on one of the violas she tried.
Then we took Sophie to Music Center of Hawaii to purchase a viola. We got her a 15″ Andrei Patras viola, made in Romania, which had a lovely, warm darkness to its notes. Sophie tried three violas, and we got her this one. She then took it to her lesson and the teacher proclaimed it a fine piece indeed. The girls have been taking piano for several years, and it’s exciting to see how Sophie has developed musically under the guidance of Mr. Fanning at Niu Valley Middle School. We expect Charlotte will also enter orchestra and learn another instrument. I like what the discipline does with their minds, I like the rhythmic ear worms it sets into their thought tracks and gets them to methodically work through other academic areas. Sophie is better at that than Charlotte, but I expect Kid2 will catch up.
Now we’re home. The sheets and towels are whirling in the washer and dryer. Bubbly o’clock started an hour earlier than usual. That might mean bedtime will come soon, too. I like the sound of that. Music to my ears.