Sabbatical.

Today I recieved a delayed broadacast that my head coach is taking a sabbatical.  I am naturally gutted by this.   I guess though it opens up the possibility to revisit my training schedule. 

I've had a bit of a sabbatical myself, so understand sometimes you just have to do that...cos well yeah, sometimes you do - I'm hoping its a few months, not nine months or more?~!.

I have sort of a pattern established.  PT Tuesday, HuttGirl Weds, Young American Thursday.  So there will be some "stability" there.  I like stability!  This will alllow me to go the Body Balance lady's classes more regualrly.  But yeah, there will be  big gap there as far as I am concerned.  BIG ;-/

Um tonight I went to my neighbours party.  It was good.  I felt "at home".  Well, sort of in terms of revisiting the social contacts I had when I learnt German.  Oh my goodness.  My neighbours are *nice*.  Very *nice*.  Here's the scary punchline though.  They  have lived there FIVE years.  Thats' FIVE, and apparently nearly SIX years, and we have never previously spoken.  Weird, becasuse we can so easily have so much to talk about.  Gardening, travel,  FOOD.  Marvin is in the hospo trade, and his wife J works in interior design.  House and Garden house.   They used to work on cruise ships, so people stuff is their thing.  

I want to get to know them better, and I think we will.

I met a lady at the party who quite randomly told me she had given up TV watching for 3 months!  Spooky.  I told her I had lasted 3 days....

And omg, M who is the mother of one of the former RPM instructors, who is now residing in Akl used to be an opera singer.  I worked with M for over 10 years, and never knew that.  I just thought she played the cello.

Met a nice podiatrist from Masterton at the party.  Seriously.  v. nice.  And he has a golden labador.  That could be handy. Not necessarily the dog, but knowing A the Podiatrist.

Must. get. out. more.