I am sitting at my computer while the piano tuner is working on the piano in the Living Dining room. This weekend there was a little drama because Chase and Cliff were going to play catch in the nearby field so they biked over there (1st time going and 1st time on bike for Chase). Anyhow, after they got to the baseball field they were informed that they couldn’t use it unless they had “rented the field” for that time…. That’s right, rented the field.WTH?!?!? Anyhow, Chase and Cliff have to return to the apartment but of course Chase has gotten his dad’s bicycle gene evidently because just as he turned a corner, Chase clipped a sports car and wiped the car’s hood with his body. He’s alright, just a few bruises and scratches. Cliff of course was very concerned about the car. They get home and Cliff is trying to discourage me from being sympathetic because he feels like Chase was guilty of reckless driving. Whatever. I’m a mom. I can’t hear Chase and car accident in the same sentence and not be sympathetic. Of course they had to go back together and leave a note on the window. When they came back it started to rain, so they had to go back to the car and come back with a soggy note that was of course illegible and return to the scene with a new note in a ziplock bag. Anyhow, Cliff managed to bump into the  owner and the guy was extremely cool about it and just started pointing out other scratches on his car and whipped out some solution that we’ve all seen the infomercial for that “makes scratches DISAPPEAR!” so Cliff took the rag and tried to buff this guy’s car. He said it made it better but if it were his car Cliff probably would have submitted a claim. This guy was letting it go in the name of “livin in the city”. Cliff noticed the guy had golf clubs in his car, so he’s making Chase buy 2 dozen balls and give them to the guy for being so cool.

Back to my morning. I take Chase to the bus stop, return home for a little cardio. Get ready to go to TAC for my Aqua Aerobics Class at 9am. That’s right girlfriends from Atlanta…. I wrote Aqua Aerobics. It is being taught by a former ballroom dancer name Ronny. Need I say more? Anyhow, it was surprisingly vigorous and I had fun. Because you don’t necessarily sweat during the class it is hard to know if you are doing any work, but it was fun. I think I have decided to fool myself into thinking I’m in really good shape by hanging out with really old people. BTW, I was in no way the best in the aqua aerobics class, but I am smoking the mall walkers…. (just kidding). Afterwards I cleaned up and decided to sign up for a couple of “newcomers” classes and at 11:35 took a kickboxing class. I know some of you will think I am crazy and then there are my Atlantan girlfriends who understand the crazy. It was a lot like sparring which I hated in the US, but here, I actually enjoyed it.

There goes the alarm for me to go to the bus stop!

Until Next Time…