It's been hot here which means unsettled weather and beautiful cloud formations.  We didn't get this rain though, it went further east and hit Vermillion and Vegreville.

Yesterday I went to the gym for the first time in probably a decade.  It was good.  My muscles are sore today, especially my triceps but it's a familiar sore, a sore that means I worked out.  I spent twenty years lifting weights when I was younger, an excellent preventative measure for osteoporsis, something I've managed to avoid so far.  My poor mum broke so many bones, starting in her forties, and continuing on until she started taking fosamax.  When I retired, one of my goals was to start working out and now a year later, I went to the gym.  I only bought a punch card for ten visits though, before I commit.  I know what I'm like.  I start off gung-ho and then lose interest, but I also know how good I feel when I lift weights, along with my cardio workout.  

We're leaving for Pentiction on Sunday, to visit my brother and my sister in law.  I'm looking forward to seeing them, but not the weather.  Penticton is hot as hell in the summer.  Thankfully there are two lakes to choose from and an outdoor pool at the motel.  I'm in the middle of cleaning and doing laundry, organizing stuff to take with us, and packing, because that's what women do apparently.  

I worry that Gracie is slipping off the wagon; August is usually the time her life goes for shit.  Maybe I'm wrong, but I doubt it.  She couldn't see Jack last weekend because he was sick and when I suggested they go swimming on Saturday, crickets.  I know she got my message and read it (for some reason my phone does this for some people), but nothing back.  Her sister thinks she's just fine, but that young lady has no credibilty with me.  She's been wrong every time when it comes to her sister.  I guess we'll see what happens.  I just got a text back from Gracie, a day and a half later, and she says ok, thanks.  So I guess that means yes?  Her not answering texts in a timely manner is still a red flag for her.

In good news, Jack and I have been accepted into a program that builds resiliency and skills for ADHD children and their parents.  We talked to the psychiatrist yesterday, a very nice man with excellent kid skills; the course starts in September and runs for ten weeks.  It teaches both the children and the parents how to deal with ADHD, which will be so helpful.  I'm quite excited about it, for both of us.  The psychiatrist was also impressed with Jack's ability to sit still and talk to him, despite the ADHD and the trauma he's been through.  I guess we're doing something right.

Jack will start swimming lessons again next month and he wants to get onto a soccer team as well, so he'll/we'll be busy.

This is what ADHD feels like:)