I would like to begin this post by informing you that my son, Ivan, has a small low to the ground riding toy that we refer to as "Giraffe/Cow". Now Giraffe/Cow looks like a hybrid of a giraffe and a cow, thus its creative name. It has blue wheels and Ivan really enjoys riding it around the house while making motorcycle noises. I appreciate Giraffe/Cow, because sometimes I can walk around the house listening to a book on my iphone doing mundane household chores while Ivan follows me on Giraffe/ Cow completely contented. It is most pleasant.
Giraffe/ Cow and I are currently mortal enemies. No one can survive unless one of us dies. I feel that I am like Gandalf and Giraffe/Cow is like the ring of power. I feel that this will end in some sort of terrible Mordor climax; or I hope so anyway. I will come back to Giraffe/ Cow later.
Now, this morning, coffee was ready when I got out of bed, which was thrilling. It was a great morning and I plan to make setting the coffee maker part of my nightly routine. I am rejoining my running group tomorrow, and I will rejoin them with fresh brewed coffee. What a morning.
Anyway, Ivan and I got to the gym on time, BUT Ivan threw a full on tantrum when I tried to leave him in the nursery and it took me 20 minutes to get to the pool from the nursery by which time it was almost 9:00 AM. Swim had started at 8:30 AM. Ivan threw his bottle at me and his dog and had to be toted to the bathroom for consequences. Then I had to pry him off my legs and head for the pool. It was ugly. I had a great swim for the most part. It was around 3000 meters, and I was pretty proud to have accomplished that much after the Ivan situation went down.
At home, I had a great lunch, and Ivan had a great nap. I ran some errands and absorbed a bit of vitamin d outside while listening to my book on iphone The Blind Side. It was nice.
Anyway, Ivan woke up and I sat down to work on a lovely sweater that I have been struggling with since August. I am almost finished, and I have never so looked forward to finishing a project. Ivan was riding Giraffe/ Cow, and I don't even know how it happened, BUT my ball of yarn fell on the floor as Ivan was riding past and the ball of yarn and sweater were sucked into Giraffe/ Cow's wheels. It was just the worst. All the yarn was in tangles, and several yards of it are lost forever in the bowels of Giraffe/ Cow. I had to get scissors and cut all the yarn that I could salvage out of Giraffe/ Cow, before giving it up and trying to knit the rest of the ball of yarn into the sweater.
I will never forgive Giraffe/ Cow. He is my plastic nemesis.
Rejoining my running group tomorrow.
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