Lexi's new glasses
A few Sundays ago, we hiked Adams Canyon to the waterfall. That was an accomplishment for a group of out-of-shape people like us.
I'm currently reading
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I like it so far, but I'm not sure I understand all of it. But it's interesting enough to keep me reading.
I'm looking for a Pontiac Firebird. I want something around a 1976 or 1978 with T-tops, the firebird on the hood, and the blower. It's a lot harder to find than I realized it would be, unless I want to drop a pretty big wad of cash, which I obviously don't. It doesn't have to be in great condition; in fact, some rough spots just add character. I don't want to restore it... I just want to drive it around. But they're old enough now that they're expensive. You can pick up a 1990s Firebird for way cheaper than a 1970s. Which makes sense. We'll see. It would be fun.
Courtney chose Kenny Chesney for her birthday concert this year. I'm really looking forward to it. I'm a little too anxious for summer to come. Not even so much the season, since we never even really had winter this year; I just am ready for a break from teaching. It's that time of year when we all sit around at lunch wondering if a career change is in order. That's normal for teachers this time of year; the problem is that I've been feeling that way all year. I hope next year is better.
I'm trying to lose 20 lbs by my birthday. Sean is doing the same. So far, he's doing much better at it than I am. I need to be healthier, I need to be able to wear shorts when hiking without my thighs being so fat, I need to not feel like a stuffed sausage in my swimsuit, and I need to be able to hike with my grandkids (or my grand dogs and grand cats, whichever), and I need to have an easier time finding clothes that I like. Twenty pounds won't do all of that, but it's a start. Sigh.
In January Sean and I decided to start particpating in Bountiful Baskets produce co-op. It's really funny... it's so exciting to see what you're going to get every week, even though it's produce. Everyone gets all excited when they spy orange bell peppers or tangerines or something. It's funny, but good.