The night was a dull one, in terms of vivid
dreams, other than my “Mark Zuckerberg!” moment just before I fell asleep, thus
when I awoke I didn’t feel as if I’d accomplished much of anything. There weren’t any big plans, nothing much to be done today other than folding laundry (shit! I just realized I didn’t get that done, either) so
there wasn’t a lot of drive. There was
no more whole grain bread (because nowadays, with this whole gluten/carb craze, how could I
eat anything else? Thank god there is no
Mrs. Baird’s bread here), so I ate plain yogurt with homemade granola. When I look into my refrigerator, I wonder…kefir
water, goat cheese, kale. I look like a
frigging reject from macramé folk song circle.
I’m just going to be honest here…I tried to achieve something. I put on some music:
The Black Keys, Damian Marley, Steve Miller Band, and I tried cleaning the kitchen. I got distracted though and ended up making
another salad, which was phenomenal (Brandon, I forgot to mention Walnuts –
very important and they blend well with the goat cheese). So I sat at the Mac, at salad and unsubscribed
myself from additional lists. I also ordered
my books for classes..so help my god, this school thing…don’t get me wrong, I
have made some wonderful friendships here and I will miss my time with the office
crew, but jiminy crickets, I gotta git!
<At this shameful part in the day, the
lack of doing anything significant thoroughly exhausted me and I had to lie
down for a nap> Once I got up, things
STILL weren’t much better in terms of accomplishments. Some days just are, ya know? I figured this need to DO SOMETHING has been installed
by my parents, and yes, despite having redone the front yard myself (and with kids, and with L, for 2 hours) for
the past 2 weekends, there is always more that can be done. I have an inner conflict occurring. I think L would go nuts watching movies at
home with me because I’d constantly get up to DO SOMETHING. That’s why I like hiking, I’m DOING
SOMETHING, but not. So L texted me at
4:30 we’d meet at the church by school at 5.
I’m still in my cowboy cami/Iron Man pants and this is not acceptable to
wear out in public. Walmart – perfect ,
but public, no. I changed quickly, and hit the grocery store to get more salad
stuff, only to get a text that the meeting time would now be 6. Ughhh.
So I returned the volleyball, came home and …ate another salad This is 2 days in a row. I’m practically a vegetarian.
At 5:45, I head out the door, only to see
they’ve been at the church for 10 minutes. <ermagerd> Fine.
Hips on: Desert Song playing, and we’re off, and by we, I mean dogs,
because I want to run them somewhere. I’m
terrified Annie is going to jump out of the window again, though I’m hoping
that was an “on her period” thing and has since passed, but she looks so…so, “happy”
(aka, 3 cans short of a 6-pack) that I’m just not sure. It is very stressful driving with her. Pulled in to the parking lot in time to catch
L on Ethan’s BMX bike and I smiled.
Maggie was walking around with her volleyball and had quite the little sweat going, so L has been working her.
We ended up hanging out there a while: Mags practiced and Ethan showed
me bike tricks. He had a fantastic
weekend with his friend on the river: white water rafting, inner-tubing,
etc. I’m so glad. He needed that. Mags had a blast at her friend’s house, as
well. I let Larry know that Tim was on the
job as my new matchmaker and there was a possibility I would be relocating to
Texas immediately once Dream Dude was found. He
chuckled and said ok, then added he wasn’t aware that Texas was the only place
with single men. I told him it had
surprised me greatly, too. Good thing he
is so supportive and understanding.
Headed home with my tribe, we talked
about hiking instead of SF. We’ll
see. I managed to get them home and then
within minutes, I convinced them to sit in front of the TV and I started up
Food Inc as I made us….<anyone??> salad.
We watched about 40 minutes of it, as we sipped on kefir water (see post
#1) and ate Kickass Salad. Then, true to
my word, I moved the Mac in and we watched the new Doctor Who. I am crazy about his Scottish accent, holy
cow. AND, I just had the brilliant idea
of tuning in to Scottish news stations instead of Zurich stations on my Tune In
app. Sent the kiddos off to bed as I’m
about to slumber, myself. Up at 5:30
again and it’ll be tricky with Maggie’s volleyball games, plus classes
beginning again. Allons-y!
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