Saturday, June 20, 2015

June 19, 2015



With a little bit of “Ooomph” and a lot a bit of dread, I stepped on that scale: 75.2 kilos (Which sounds much nicer than pounds).  I was quite sad…this means I need to lose 11 kilos to be at my preferred weight.  Before you go whipping out the calculators, I weigh 167 pounds and would like to be around 144.  I have 25 pounds of nachos and cranberry crunch stored in my lower region (which at this point in life includes my breasts).  



I headed to work in the bus, wearing my Birkenstocks, feeling quite happy and content. How could I not??  Wild Cherry was telling me to lay down the boogie and then I was “rising up, back on the street, taking my time, taking my chances.”  All it takes for happiness is MUSIC, PEOPLE!!!  With ten minutes to spare (I knew my client would be a little late) I signed in to my computer, looking up articles when she arrived.  I have to say that today – sitting there during therapy, a little piece of “you know what you’re doing!” appeared and I liked it – I liked it very much.  After session, I wrote out my first computer prog notes (!!) and was thrilled to bits with my co-workers.  Now.  About the gym.  One of the ladies at the agency is a Zumba queen, so I asked her about the gyms she works in.  She said she could get me a much better deal, but then left.  So, no gym membership today as promised, but I will get active today and absolutelypositivelyswearnot to eat a cupcake.  I dropped by German Auto Werks so we (Lizzie and I) could get a new gas cap (sad face – there are no originals made anymore) for $36 (*!!!*).  Drew put the cap on, we chuckled over funny superficial comments and I headed off to get gas, then had to turn back around and go  to Drew because I couldn’t get the damn thing off <my hand bones (see post from a few days ago) could not twist the cap off as it was on so tightly due to the new gasket>  It took  Drew quite a bit, too, so I will just have to be that damsel in distress and ask for help.  Man, I hate that.

Headed home quickly to change and grab diving credentials for the kids and drove to meet Jim and Melinda by the river in Sacramento.  On the way, I stopped to see about the stereo for Lizzie: I was told I should exchange it for one with a USB port, yet it turns out the one I have actually has a USB port discreetly hidden, so I asked about an appointment and a mini power amp.  It would have coast me an extra $300 with everything the guy was throwing in, so I decided to just have the stereo installed and I’ll go from there.   Once I got to the river, Jim got busy.  The kids still had a great deal of signing needed to get their PADI cards.  For now (And in CR) they’ll have the temporary ones, but that’s ok.  I was hungry, but knew Chevy’s wouldn’t be wise for me, so I stopped (again) at Curry Club and this time got Chicken Curry.  SOSOSO good!!!  And curry is very healthy, so yay, me!

Listening to the Giants, and feeling soooo sleepy, I got home and…put on my shorts and tennis shoes, grabbed the leashes and we drove to a trailhead by the American River.  The land was so damn beautiful I was easily reminded of a lithograph I had bought from a local artist.  Gently rolling hills and the warm caresses from the Sun’s hands.  The Hips were serenading me, as they have been since last week’s Calpine event <which was MAGIC!>   I am thrilled there will be a second Dust Up.  I don’t want to miss that.

At home, I <did NOT eat a cupcake>  drew a bath…added some delicious smelling bubble bath and soaked while reading The Alchemist.  Such a delightful novel on methods and manners which I used to employee in my everyday life – being aware, listening to what Life was telling me.  Life does speak to us, you know.  Everyday.  Sometimes with the gentlest of whispers, other times with the harshest of screams.  Many don’t listen, or simply ignore what they hear.  I’ve tried for much of the latter half of my life (from parts of the twenties on up) to be aware and to raise my kids with this.  It’s such a gift to be able to listen to what Life is sharing with you.

Pictures:  Hike pictures - first, of course, is Poison Oak.  Thank you, Mother Hips, I'm still so mad I lost that video.

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