We have arrived at Friday! It seemed like we were working in quick sand today. We have had staff out all week, and by the time you get to the end of the week, you are tuckered plum out.
After work, David the girls and our neighbor Mote came to the clinic to pick me up. We sped through the McDonalds like a retired Nascar driver, so we will all have some “nutrition” in us as we watch Dalli’s gymnastics recital. The recital was great, long, but great. Most of those kids are blessed with amazing talent. There were backflips and forward flips, and springs being sprung every which way.
Dalli is almost eight and will make an incredible lawyer, she will argue just to persuade you to some viewpoint that may or may not be her own belief. This can be trying to us parental types at times. After gymnastics last week, I recommended that she ask her teacher for some help with her cartwheels. Currently, the cartwheels resemble more a sideways game of leap frog. I should take a moment to say that she has inherited all of her lack of athletic ability from her mother. Did I mention how great she plays the violin?
So back to the cartwheels, her argument was that her cartwheels were perfect. This argument waged on, with me gently trying to get her to ask her teacher for a little more guidance or maybe some cartwheel homework? Nope, her cartwheels are perfect. I had to break out the tough love, oh yes I did. It went something like this ( I did mention the continued argument, and how frustrating that gets, right?). “Dalli, that is the worst cartwheel, I have ever seen in my whole entire life”. Can you say super mom? That’s what my friends call me. I guess it’s best that everyone who might be reading this knows right away, I am not a yuppie, new age, everyone wins parent! No character building that way!
Anyway, the program was long but great. Funny, my mom said the recitals were like molasses, long ago when she had to watch me! Dalli had a great time performing her leap frogs for the crowd. We made it back to the ranch at 10:15pm, another late night.
Boy the NM moon has sure been eerily beautiful, big and orange and bewitched with clouds.