the albedo in Ottawa on the weekend of 22-02
How mind blowing is it that February is only a small number of days from being away. Saturday morning I braved the unknown and went to my (regularly scheduled) kickboxing class without my mother??!? Everyone asked where she was and I told them that I lost her somewhere along the way. That was not true. She was in Toronto. She got home that evening and I asked her if she wanted to play fantasy football with this season of survivor and she got mad at me. Instead of drafting players (which my dad was all for, by the way), my parents watched a documentary about the Vietnam War. I went to bed at 9:45. At kickboxing, we did sparring... it started with pretending to hit someone, then would proceed to light hitting and then actually fighting. at the start I was ready for actual combat, but the universe had other plans. Without my dear mother present, I had to fight with other people. The guy who stands in front of me, Sam, and I sparred and he was TERRIFYING. I told him I am u...