Kathleen

Journal, I’m pretty sure I’ve written in ten or more journals/blogs before you.  Well, the eleventh, or more, try is the charm, right?  A few things have been going on this summer that I figure I should talk about first.

I’ve had to volunteer at the Historical Society for “service hours” to join NHS.  The first day was fun, even the first week.  After accessioning books into a computer from 10 to 4 about five days a week, I think I’ve had enough.  While I have my NHS volunteer hours done, I don’t have all of my church service hours complete… so I’ll have to go back.

This week is fair week.  I’m sure if you could go, Journal, you would have fun.  Of course you’d need to go with some one to have the optimal amount of fun.  Standing alone in mud at a fair waiting for someone you see to beg them to ride something with you isn’t so much fun.  I guess that means I didn’t have so much fun.  Hold on a second, I’m looking only at the negatives.  First positive, I got to pet some piglets.  Second positive, I got to ride “the upside down thing” again.   Third positive, I met a really attractive Russian ride operator, who just so happened to operate “the upside down thing.”  There are more positives, like I got to ride other fun rides, I saw old friends, and I got to talk to Mikey.

About an hour ago, I got home from tennis practice.  I’ve decided that Tennis is not my sport. Tennis this year isn’t really working out for me.  It turns out I’m a lot worse than I had remembered.  Not only am I serving incorrectly, but now that I’m serving correctly, I’m still pretty awful.  The shots that I do make are usually lobs or really lucky forehands or backhands.  Last week at practice, I was furious.  With every miss, my rage increased drastically.  I swore at the ball, swore at my racket, and swore to whoever was in earshot.  This week, my rage “leveled up” to indifference.  That obviously didn’t help, and therefore, I was even worse than I was last week.

That concludes most of my updates for the summer.  Tomorrow I’m going to the fair for the last time, I think.  August 8th I’m going back to school shopping, and some where in there I’ll stick in more tennis, karate, and cataloging books…

Love,
Kathleen.