My grandparents were told this week that I had a contract on a house. My grandmother was immediately concerned about a single young lady living alone. My parents told her that my younger brother would be moving in with me. At that, Yiayia was pacified, saying that at least there would be a man in the house to keep me safe.
My mom told me this and could hardly keep from laughing — it’s really the other way around: my brother will be glad that he has me to keep him safe. He would be useless in any sort of “keeping someone safe” situation. Heck, he’ll be knocking on my door at 3 a.m. to kill the spider in the bathroom. (Answer: No. There’s another bathroom, or you know where the vacuum cleaner is. Your choice.)
No warmup tonight; rolling instead. John, Janet (who trains at the Salem school, but had missed her classes earlier in the week for work; they don’t have a Thursday class, so she came up here), and Robert. Breathing was easier, but I wasn’t fully concentrating on each roll; brain had lots of distractions rattling around. There is something I’ve started doing this week — from under side control, maybe? — of which I’ve thought each time, “Oh, hey, that was good! Remember that!” and then promptly forget. Forgot again.
Drilling was armbar from mount. Drilled with Chase. He’s starting to use his weight a little better (and he has a lot more of it than me), so I was caught between wanting to encourage him to use it more and ohemgee, my little ribs!
Two more rolls, with Chase and John again.
No class until Monday — tonight is weigh-ins for the fights, tomorrow is the undercard in the morning/afternoon, early afternoon is still the Women’s Open Mat!, and tomorrow night is the main card. Then Sunday morning I’m driving up to Richmond for a friend’s wedding in the afternoon, staying overnight with Jennie & Joe, and coming back that afternoon. My brain is skipping ahead to all this, and so is very reluctant to focus on tasks at hand (like this “work” thing).