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wotd: disport

disport \dis-PORT\, intransitive verb:
1. To amuse oneself in light or lively manner; to frolic.
transitive verb:
1. To divert or amuse.
2. To display.
The weekend began after a 9-hour preschool workday with a drive to a campus town pho restaurant called Miss Saigon, where I was maybe? meeting with a friend for dinner. Communication breakdown: no friend to meet me there, but I did run into acquaintances I hadn't seen in some time so it was nice to catch up with them.

Saturday morning I treated my best friend Ana to breakfast for her birthday at my favorite Tucson restaurant, Son's Bakery Cafe. Ana had chicken curry and I had pho; Son treated us to an egg roll apiece and a chocolate mountain for dessert. Delicious. Afterwards Ana indulged my thrifty side and spent an hour shopping the dollar racks at St. Vinnie's. That's where I got the giant blue bathrobe pictured in my previous entry.

After indulging me, I indulged Ana by going with her for a manicure. I've had my nails done once before in my life. I felt very self-conscious but with Ana at my side I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

We rounded out the morning with a trip to Frost. We scraped our cups clean. Mine: Alpencaramel; Ana's: chocolate hazelnut.

At home I had but an hour or two before a discernment committee meeting at church. Dolly submitted to a photo session. She looks so pretty on the grey and red IKEA bedding.

I left the discernment meeting early to participate in my preschool's Family Luau, our most important fundraiser of the year. The kids performed songs we learned together, we ate a delicious Polynesian meal, the classes auctioned off various art projects, and parents bid on donations in a separate silent auction. We packed a lot of activity into 4 hours. After that I was beat.

I was so beat, in fact, that I abandoned my schedule for today. I slept in; I didn't do the scheduled arms and abs workouts; I didn't go for a walk. Before church I watched Tropic Thunder and giggled my fool head off. After church I knitted, read my book, and hung out with sister Mandy and family. I didn't intend to disport myself in that manner today, but I guess I needed it.


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