“Let’s start at the very beginning; a very good place to start.”
I’m pretty sure Julie Andrews (ahem, Maria) was singing that song at a picnic lunch, therefore most likely already caffeinated with “tea, a drink with jam and bread,” this morning I was practically singing, because I woke up at 7:30 am. That’s the earliest I’ve been up in quite a while! Falling asleep at 10 pm has its benefits.
1/3 cup rolled oats twirled with a scoop of peanut butter, 1 banana, cinnamon, and soy milk.
Not that interesting, but it sat well for a soon-after workout.
I went to a BodyCombat class at the gym; I hadn’t in years! One word: ENERGY.
I love how the class never seems to stop; I love the ear-exploding volume of the techno music; I love the way roundhouse kicks remind me of my childhood Tang Soo Do training. I love being surrounded by really tough-looking women.
Most of all, I love being completely drenched in sweat.
(Without the immediate onset of pain.)
I was completely energized when I fled the gym to get back home; I was delayed by a train crossing and a neglected need for gas, but eventually, my sister and I were on our way to a distant land:
In the car, we had your typical sister-to-sister chat: boys, drinking, school, the usual. It was past noon by this time and a lengthy drive, so I chomped on some almonds in the car and she ate her typical pb&j.
I dropped her off like a good
soccer mom chaffeur for the day and drove on to explore my surroundings.
I didn’t find downtown Wallingford, or downtown Yalesville, but 1o miles down Rte. 68 I was in Cheshire and passing a nice little complex of shops. Stepping out of my car, I contemplated walking around a little bit.
I got the Little Red Roasted Salad, which had mixed greens, roasted red peppers, cucumbers, carrots, candied almonds, and blue cheese.
In fact, the owner saw the book I was carrying…
(It tells the story of Nelson Mandela’s rise to power and his use of rugby to unite South Africa; if you’ve seen the movie Invictus, this is the book it’s inspired by)
….and she told me that she’d been to New Zealand and watched an All-Blacks game! The New Zealand All-Blacks are probably the most well-known (and scariest) mens rugby team in the world. I need to see one of their games in my lifetime, if only to witness their performance of the Haka.
Anyway, that book kept me occupied for a few hours in the cafe. Could you blame me? It was cozy!
And I couldn’t leave without a latte:
soccer mom gym sister land:
What’s my true calling? Oprah, work your magic.
On the drive home, my mom called my sister with stellar, out-of-this-world amazing news.
MY SISTER GOT INTO COLLEGE!
It’s not her first choice, but it’s a great school, and it’s somewhere. A huge weight has been lifted off all of our shoulders.
And so the planned Mexican dinner with Dad became a celebration!
And it wouldn’t be a dinner out if I didn’t eat all the veggies off of my sister’s plate, which was the salmon fajitas.
The rest of the night included a rendevous with friends, violent card games, late-night shenanigans at Denny’s, and plenty of sexual innuendo.
Now I’m ready to go back to “do,” if you will. Auf wiedersehen and have a fabulous Sunday!
Question: What’s your favorite musical? Sound of Music is up there, but South Pacific will always be my favorite.