I watched a lot of TV last month when I wasn’t feeling well. I really got quite sick of Netflix. Nevertheless, there were a few things worth watching in there.
Lion – such a great movie. I high recommend it.
Broadchurch, Season 1 & 2 – Nothing like a good British detective show
Orbiter 9 – not awesome, but kind of fun. Reminded me a little of Moon.
Safe – a teenage girl is lost in suburbia. Surprisingly good.
Lost in Space – space geeks unite.
Touch the Wall – love this documentary on Missy Franklin and Kara Lynn Joyce (swimmers)
Gone Baby Gone – great movie about the search for a missing child
I injured myself trying to get back into running too quickly, so I’ve been slacking lately. I’ll try running again today, and hopefully my IT band, which I believe is the injury, will be happier than last weekend. Running is such a huge time commitment, and it’s been nice the last couple of weeks to feel well and have that extra time to be lazy and knit and just do whatever.
I’m still trying to get L into a dance class. She just loves ballet so much. I don’t understand it, honestly. My feelings on ballet are decidedly mixed. I like that dance combines music and athletic activity, but I don’t like: the general obsession with attire, the terrible things it does to feet, the excessive skinniness of professionals, the tights – who wants to sweat in tights? and tights on men?, the fuss about the performances for little kids, and on and on. I also hate that around here you have to sign up for dance for an entire year. With sports, you sign up for a season. You can do soccer in the fall, swim in the winter, and T-ball in the spring. I hate to put L in more than one or max two activities at a time, and the constant commitment to dance is really annoying.
However, the bottom line is that she loves it. Finding a class is non-trivial because there are just not that many commercial establishments within 15 minutes of where we live, which would be the preferred max distance I’d like to drive. Of the dance places, many have their classes on Saturdays or after 6 pm, neither of which is ideal. Saturday is a non-starter because you have to show up or they won’t let your kid be in the show, which I don’t care about whatsoever, but L definitely will, and I don’t want to give away our Saturdays for 9 months! So, we did a trial class at a place not too far away to see if they’d let her into the 7-year-old class as a backup if she doesn’t get off the waitlist at this other place which is an inconvenient drive into North Bellevue. Ug! Anyway, bottom line is that L was so excited when she heard about the trial class, just because it was a ballet class that she got to go to. She ran around the house screaming and jumping, which is not typical behavior at all for her.
At the end, the teacher said she was fine for the class, so we have a backup option, even if I’m quite un-enthused about dance every Thursday night extending past her bedtime. I felt like quite the dance mom, as she has her ballet themed dance bag (very pink and frilly and not bought by me) and had her ballet outfit on, whereas most of the other kids were just in shorts.