L'aventure américaine

Do you know in "She's Coming 'Round the Mountain," when you sing: "She'll driving six white horses when she comes...   Whoa back!"   That's a bit how I feel right now.  I'm driving a few horses and I need to rein them in a little bit. But, man, they are good horses.  The Sky Lakes Wellness Center has gotten off to a roaring start.  We have had unbelievable enthusiasm for our program and the first cohort of 30 people starts Tuesday with their group classes.  We are booked until July with individual appointments and are already making some appointments in September.  (I have an appointment booked on my due date, so I'll let you know how that one goes!)  We have had several cranky people come in for informational sessions (in which we explain the details of the program and they decide if they want to move forward or not) and leave with smiles on their faces.  (One woman said, "I thought that this was going to be like overeaters anonym...

I mentioned in the last post that my mom came to visit.  It was such a wonderful time.  I assume, anyway.  I was at work much of the time, but judging on the delicious meals that were on the table when I got home, it must have been going okay. Last week, after she left, there weren't as many delicious dinners.  I miss her for a lot of reasons, but that's a big one. Of course, there's nothing that Randal hates more than a mopey Katherine.  So, he bought me a bike to ease the blow of fewer homecooked meals.  You can't see how fat those tires are, but they sure stopped my flipping-over-the-handlebars nightmares that I kept having.  We'll see how long I can ride during this pregnancy, but my sweet new commuter will let me keep going for months. I did have to say goodbye to the infamous Torker while getting this one.  It had been a great bike and I loved it so much.  However, it was gathering far too much dust as my desire to ride up our...