Small Strangeness

I have an antique chair -- my "queen's chair" -- that my father's mother left to me. It has a lovely curved back, but the upholstery is faded and torn and desperately needs to be re-done. To protect it -- and make it look nicer in my living room -- I keep it draped in a gold cloth.

Earlier last week, I suddenly realized that the gold cloth was gone. It wasn't on the floor, wasn't draped over some other piece of furniture. It was just gone. I asked Wolfling about it, but she shrugged and said she hadn't done anything with it.

Friday I got home from work and found the cloth folded neatly on the seat of the chair.

Wolfling again denied knowledge of it (and honestly, I don't think it would ever occur to her to fold it like that!). My mother has been known to commit neatnesses in my absence, but she never comes over without telling me, nor does she remove things from my house without asking first. I called her yesterday, just to confirm, and she said she didn't know anything about the cloth.

That exhausts my list of suspects. I sincerely doubt my apartment's maintenance crew took my chair drape away for some reason and then returned it... But that's the only option left.

Besides the fairies, that is.

Back to Weight Training!!

Tonight, after several years on hiatus, I resume weightlifting workouts with a trainer. I'm going to a different gym than before, but I was impressed by my get-acquainted visit last week.

I'm so excited!
This is my favorite form of exercise.


Also, last night Wolfling told me she was interested in taking up fencing.

The thought of my daughter wielding a sword makes me smile.
Ferociously.

Owwwww!

I just got home after my first serious weight training workout in at least five years. I've lifted a few weights on my own during the intervening years, but it's not the same as having a good trainer standing at my side cheerfully saying, "Four more reps" when my arms are already shaking.

Ow. Ow. Ow.

But it's the "hurts so good" kind of ow -- even though I doubt I'll be able to stand up after the shower I'm going to take in a few minutes.

I don't have anywhere near the strength or stamina I used to -- but my form is still damn good. The trainer only had to make one or two small corrections. He was impressed.

That made me happy.

I'm now going upstairs to soak my aching body and smile through my groans.