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40 Days & 40 Posts

Last night PLW (one of the House-mates) and I were discussing what we were going to give up for Lent. I threw out there that I wasn't Catholic, but she that was no fun and if I wanted pancakes later would have to play along. So we chucked around the usual: chocolate (I said that was easy, cause I wasn't feeling like chocolate at that moment) but scrapped that idea; McDonald's - but PLW said she knew she'd cheat when she was on holiday - so that one went out the window; sleeping with random strangers - both of us thought that this might be both limiting and boring (and along with not really necessary, imply that it happens in the first place). We were stumped. But we ate the pancakes.

I suggested we go swimming in the morning - she was keen-ish. I told her it would be easy and that lots of 'lesser-abled' people did it, so she was bound to be fine (not that I'd seen her swim before, so didn't actually know her ability - sudden back tracking was needed... I was fairly certain that she wasn't completely rubbish, but she may well be much better than me?) She agreed and also threw out there that her 'thing' for lent would be getting up earlier. I mini-shrieked with delight at this good idea and asked her what she was going to do with that extra time -swim / garden? She said be on time for work.

Well I liked her 'idea' so much, that I'm taking it on too. But I'm also taking on the task of writing 40 posts in the 40 days of lent... So just to keep you updated with the early morning swim this morning:

House-mates who woke up at 6:30 alarm: Lucky & PLW
House-mates who got up at 6:35 (after pre-requisite email / FB checking): Lucky
House-mates who went to gym (even though it was cold outside): Lucky
House-mates who walked in and were then told that the pool was closed because some idiot had put too much chlorine in the pool: (un)Lucky

I utilised the silent treatment on the unfortunate counter-girl at the gym. She knew.

I guess on the up-side the car hadn't cooled down yet, so the heater came out immediately with warm air. And when I was driving down the ramp, the trees in the park opposite were covered in pink blossom. I took a moment, smiled to myself and happily scrunched up my eyes and drove into the sun: Spring is soon!


Lucky

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