Baboo started her week-long fencing workshop yesterday. The bad news: it's her and three twerpy little boys (honestly, they are all 7 years old). The good news: the instructor is one Anatolii Verulskii, former National Coach of Kyrgizstan. When I realized he is Russian and that his English is about as good as my Russian, I said to him in Russian, "I speak Russian, only a little bit."
Well. That just opened the floodgates, and he chattered at me and Baboo in non-stop, rapid-fire Russian until I made my escape. Of course, he thinks she's the Cat's Meow.
The class is every day this week from 1:00 until 4:00 p.m. Someone was quite tuckered out after and morphed into Crank Monster last night. In fact, she was so unpleasant, she was banished to the bathroom for Hydrotherapy, but instead of embracing the soothing quality of the bath, she sat there and looked out the window, sulking until I pushed her to "TAKE A SHOWER, PLEASE." Then she slammed the bathroom door. Thrice.
Skittles and Cousin were advised to give her a wide berth. We'll see how she fares today.
I got up bright and early today and scampered over to my Pilates class. I sat there for a few minutes watching the two fellows in the class before mine until I realized there is no 8:00 a.m. Pilates on Tuesdays.
It is nice walking so early. It's cool and crisp and everyone is out walking nice dogs.
I made up for my mistake by going for a mid-day bike ride (just got back, in fact).
I was expecting no wildlife since it's, well, MID DAY. But I saw a lovely doe eating tender leaves and grass RIGHT on the path. And a little farther along I met Mama Doe and Spotted Fawn. Not like yesterday's Big Boys with Antler Racks. But still.
Oh, and while I am on the subject, I cannot get over how lovely Ohio smells. Not just along the bike path--although that is really good with the hot, dry meadow grass smells and the wet, leafy woodsy smells--but my own front yard smells great. It's quintessential Summer in Ohio smells.
In other news, if last summer was The Summer of the Ped Egg (a truly wonderful thing), this summer my SIL turned me on to this fabulous gadget. I do not own stock in either products, and no one has paid me to mention them. I'm just sharin'. Because here at The Beet, we're