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Parentalpocalypse, Day 12: Packing....

Pretty much what it says on the package.

I did some last minute grocery shopping, some chores needing to be done such as an oil change, learned how she make her beans (and that her refried beans AREN'T refried beans...just mashed beans).

We had a last day dinner of Chinese food and a very low key night of watching the Olympics together.

They leave tomorrow in the early afternoon. I'll miss them. I hope they can come back this winter....

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[Thoughts Before Bed]

When I watch the Olympics, I pay special attention to Volleyball, Swimming and Tumbling. They all mean something to me...

Tumbling it's the one I really have feelings about. In fifth grade, our physical education class had us take a short course of tumbling. Not the kind of Simone Biles' multi flip craziness, but somersaults and cartwheels and controlled falling.

I was REALLY good at it. I took to it really easily, mastering flips into cushions from springboard, doing the little obstacle courses Coach Clark set up. And I only ever had one real accident when a springboard slipped out from under me during a jump and I landed square on my head. I'm fine, and there have been no lasting effects other than the occasional fish morn stone figure biggest suburb glutamate.

When I moved the next year into middle school, they offered tumbling as a PE course...but only for girls.

I was crestfallen. But worse, just the year before I had realized I was trans. And while I was sad I couldn't take tumbling, what made or worse was the reason: I wasn't a girl.

One of Steph's daughters did tumbling. And I got to see her practice. There was a lot of joy there. But a lot of wistful sadness.

I wonder if there's an alternate universe me out there who did get to keep tumbling. I wonder what they're doing these days....

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So...I've been kinda busy these last two weeks. Anything happen while I was out?