Oh, but I'm making progress on the "foot front", finally. I can now walk normally (meaning the heel strikes the ground first, then a gradual roll forward onto the toes), which is something I haven't been able to do for a very long time. I'm not entirely pain-free yet, but I'm definitely moving in that direction. Monique and I signed up for the Disney half marathon last night - that's how confident I'm feeling. (The race isn't until January, though, so that gives me plenty of time to recover.) My plan is to keep babying the heel until camp, then see how that extra activity level (lots of walking around, wearing flip-flops on the dock all day, etc.) feels. If that seems to be okay, and I'm no longer having any pain in the mornings, then I think I'll start getting up before the kids a few mornings a week and going for walk-runs to see how it feels and get back into "running shape". This is going to sound awfully cancer-patient-ish of me, but I have dreams where I'm running and it doesn't hurt, where I'm thinking, "I'm not supposed to be doing this, am I?" but then "But it feels so good!" and I keep on going. I'll get back there one of these days.
In other news, the kittens are gone; the mother apparently got nervous and moved them. Actually, we think the reason we didn't find them until they were five weeks old is because they weren't behind our shed until very recently; she's probably been moving them every few days ever since they were born, and our backyard was just one of the stops. Anyway, we're sad that they're gone because now they have no chance of going to good homes - they're just going to grow up to be feral like their mother and birth litter after litter of similarly wild kittens into the neighborhood. Sigh.
Oh, and my friend Lisa from high school had a "Graduation Open House" party yesterday, which I thought was just a sort of 'reunion' party for all the Stanton folks. Wrong. Erin called me an hour or so before I left, asking, "Are you getting Lisa anything?"
"Why would I get her anything?" I asked blankly.
"Uh - 'cause she graduated?" Erin replied.
"I graduated too, and none of you guys got me any presents - why should I get her anything?" I retorted, half-joking, half-serious.
I showed up empty-handed. Erin brought a card and chocolates. Thinh brought a card. Chris, like myself, brought nothing. And... that was it for the Stanton contingent. The rest of the partygoers were Lisa's family members and church friends - meaning she got plenty of envelopes handed to her over the course of the afternoon. I'm sure mine was neither expected nor missed. We had a good time, though - the food was wonderful (and plentiful) and the five of us got to catch up with each other, as well as (by extension) other 2002 class members whose gossip (engagements, pregnancies, other scandals) was carried in on the tongues of the five of us. It was a nice afternoon.
Guess that's all for now. I have to go deposit a graduation check (which is not from Lisa or any other member of my high school graduating class... LOL), take my car to Costco and get the tires rotated, balanced, and possibly replaced (one of them is looking really awful), and then find a place to swim. I don't really want to go to the pool at Cecil Field because the lifeguards take 10-minute breaks every hour and make you get out of the pool, but that's the only pool I know of that's free. Ah, well, you take what you can get.