And then my friend and boxing partner says she's forgotten and has other things planned.
If I were a more spiritual sort of Christian I would say, 'This is God's way of telling me not to go to Boxercise.' Fortunately I'm not that sort so we'll try again next week.
I need to expend a bit more energy and punching something and imagining it's:
a) the inventors of social media;
b) agents who don't recognise my literary brilliance; or
c) whatever has upset me that day,
can only be useful.
The other - and hugely more important - Big Day still shows no signs of being closer. But, I tell myself, no baby ever stayed in the womb forever. Baby will make an appearance when ready. Ho hum.
Meanwhile today I bought myself a new pair of slippers. Reduced to £4 I discovered at the till that they were only £2. A bargain at half the price.
'I suppose so ... but it will be full of people who've been going for a while and are good at it.'
'You did boxing for years in circuit training ...' he left the room mid-sentence to let George out and I imagined the end of his sentence: and it didn't make you good.
When he returned he finished what he was saying, 'You'll be as good as any of them.'
I misjudge him sometimes. Not always but sometimes he gets it right.
3 comments:
Wow, those slippers have some serious bling going on! They pair delightfully with your pink sheep socks.
I think so, Debra.
Liz--At least you won't fall asleep while wearing those slippers - yikes! Many of us are less than great at giving others (especially our partners, of whatever sex) full credit. I hope that makes us human instead of wretched snipes. (Not the "wretched snipe" of literature, but one who criticizes too much!)
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