1. About the book I’m still working on: I need to write—I want to write—but the topics are so big. I can’t even get a handle. Plus, plugging away yields diddlysquat which makes me get frustrated before I even start. So I don’t. Instead I write blog posts.
2. There is no chocolate in this house. Also, no ice cream. This state of affairs is completely and irrevocably unacceptable. Why is it that the last few times I’ve been in Costco I’ve suffered a bout of virtuousness that caused me to waltz right by the snack section with nary a second glance? WHAT AILS ME? Could I really not be bothered to contemplate the suffering I would be afflicting upon my future self if I didn’t pause for ONE SECOND to fling a bag of empty calories into my boat-cart? Apparently not. And thus the reason I’m now cramming my face with a Nutella and peanut butter graham cracker sandwich. Desperate times, desperate measures and all that.
3. My older daughter and her horse got hired to do our little neighbor girl’s birthday party. The plan was to give rides to all the little party goers, but then my daughter thought the little girls might like to groom the horse—like a real My Little Pony—so she bought some glitter and ribbons to take along. She’s been gone for three hours now, and I only heard a child cry once. Assuming a) a hurt child making noise is a positive sign, and b) the adults standing around in the driveway didn’t move, then c) everything is fine.
4. On this morning’s run, I tasked my husband with not letting me walk up the big hill at the end, so while I struggled to breathe, he gave me a speech about all the qualities he’d like to have in his new truck. He was so boring that slowly killing myself felt like a pleasurable experience. I didn’t stop once.
5. Have you ever bought the Extra-Sharp Provolone cheese from Costco? Well, don’t. My husband took one taste and announced that it tasted like vomit. He was right. The flavor is reminiscent of the acid-tang that lingers in the back of your throat after puking.
6. This coming week my son sees the spine doctor and will maybe get his brace off. His first eye surgery is scheduled for August (news he doesn’t yet know as he is currently gallivanting about Baltimore with his choir), but before that he’ll have a pre-op appointment and more eye tests. Did I ever mention that it takes three hours of round-trip driving for each of his appointments? From now on, I hope he executes better form when getting off his bike. Speedy dismounts do not a time saver make.
7. We still have a lot of lettuce in the garden, but my giant chef salads—cucumbers, carrots, sweet peppers, cherry tomatoes, toasted sunflower seeds, cheese, craisins, boiled eggs, chopped ham, etc—are getting met with mutters. The family is salad weary. I need inspiration. New twists on creative ways to consume large quantities of lettuce, anyone?