I enjoyed a nice cup of coffee with my husband this morning and then a leisure walk with Balt. I wanted to savor the day, knowing it was the last week of vacation. I am feeling like although I still have so much to do, I am not in any hurry to get it all done. I got into work around 10am and did a bit of paperwork, chatted with some teachers and did a bit of cleanup before moving out to the tennis courts to watch Monika play against two very good tennis players. While our girls did not win as many games as they would have liked, they were playing against some of the best tennis players in the state. Monika came off the court today and said, "that was the most fun I've ever had playing tennis!" She mentioned that one of the player's dad was cheering her on and it made her work harder. She had tied up the sets but in the end lost. (6 winning games make up a set, 2 sets are played with a tie breaker if needed to make up a match). Today Monika played two very long long matches, tomorrow she's in for three. I'm glad she's having fun out there, because it looks like really hard work to me.
On our way home, I was suprised by a phone call from Jessi. We got to talk for about 1/2 hour about her first week of school. I was concerned how the new juggle of bringing in academics to her load but of course the whole plebe summer stuff is over. She said the upperclassman no longer are watching over them or demanding much of them as before. Because of swimming, she misses a lot of meal formation (where plebes are asked to do stuff like spew what's being served at lunch). She mentioned having swimming in the morning, weight lifing at noon and swimming again in the evening-- so she's gone a lot. All of her classes are good and she likes her teachers. She is now wearing her black uniform and says it is more comfortable (photo with her room mate and formation below). As demanding as it all seems, she assured me she liked it all. Her continued success has me so appreciative. I thought of Monika coming off the court, hot and sweaty, telling me how much she enjoyed herself. I should not be so amazed at how hard working all three of my daughters are. I recall asking Erika why she volunteered to work in the kitchen sometimes at the pizza place she worked at and she told me it was fun-- it looked overwehlming to me. Somehow they all learned to enjoy hard work and "hot and sweaty!" I am not sure if my husband and I taught that to them, but I am extremely proud of them all. I have a feeling it's in the genes, passed on from generations past.
Monika went out with friends, so my husband and I had a nice quiet dinner. I told him all about Jessi's phone call and how well she is doing. He offered going out to a movie but I was happy to lay low and enjoy the down time. Monika has tennis all day tomorrow, so get ready for more tennis pics!
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