Yesterday as we lay on a blanket in the backyard eating watermelon I thought “Wow, to a stranger this would look really Norman Rockwell.” It was in a sense for about 2 minutes until both decided Watermelon sucked and the dog ate it. My intention wasn’t perfection. It was so god damn hot that we couldn’t be in the house anymore.   It was 91 yesterday. No A/C. Oh…A/C how I long for you…The kids were naked most of the day. We had tons of popsicles and tried not to move around too much. I mastered trapping the cool air in the house and air circulation. Peter got home about 6. We had wine, grilled salmon and fresh steamed green beans on the deck. We toasted each other and said “This is living.” Hadley ate her weight in Salmon. The girl can pack it away. She loves it and just shovels and shovels. She actually started whining at 3 saying “mommmeeeeeee, can we make the Salmon NOW??” I dared not react to her whining for fear that she would never eat salmon again. I felt the same way when both children sat at the table yelling “MOM! MORE BROCCOLI PLEASE!!!!” I just looked at Peter in shock and shuffled over with more broccoli like a good little Geisha.

The doc upped my dose of Methotrexate and MAN, it has wiped me out. I injected on Friday night and I’m still feeling the effects today. Foggy, slow, exhausted, sensitive to light. Plus my wrists and hands have been aching something awful. At the doctor appointment she asked how I’d been feeling and I was vague. Lots of people have suggested in the past that I “document” my symptoms. I’ve tried. In fact, I’m trying right now. My theory on “documenting” though is that if I spend all of my time documenting how shitty I’m feeling, my life will pass me by. And all of the good that I could have been focusing on will instead be channelled into a fucking spreadsheet about pain. No thank you. I am an obedient little patient and I do everything I’m supposed to do (for the most part) but purposely inviting a negative (or what I feel is negative) activity into my life is not something I’m willing to do.

Sunday a friend invited me and some other lovely ladies over for a lady hangout with kids, sans husbands. Smartly, I decided to leave Finn with Daddy and Hadley and I headed over. I felt awful but was NOT going to miss a date with these ladies. I rarely get to see them and I so enjoying being with them. During said soiree I heard the new Dixie Chicks album and immediately down loaded it when I got home. Good stuff.

While blow drying my hair the other day, which happens rarely because it takes 45 minutes, I had ample time to ponder the pertinent issues:  Does Angelina Jolie say things like “Brad, I can’t even take a crap these kids are on me all the time!!” or is she always thinking of being selfless, volunteering and adopting more kids? The other thing I was wondering about is if Whole Foods has an Addict Support Group. Whole Foods and I broke up last year when I paid $19 for chicken salad and a baguette but I found myself in there last week and was again standing in the aisles, mouth agape slowly turning around at all of the beauty. While I stood at the checkout line I marvelled that the main magazine on display was not STAR or US Weekly or even TIME, it was Yoga Journal. Aw, my people. These are my people. However, I did walk out of there with a $14 salad. God Damn it! Foiled again. I will go back though…it just whispers my name. Especially since the new one will be opening soon and new stores and I get along like peas and carrots.

Finn is napping and I have to lay but one last thing. There is this guy in my yoga class with a total voice for radio. I have a instant dislike for DJs after working in radio many moons ago. I just think they’re douchebags. Total blanket generalisation, I’m aware, but that has been my experience. So anyway, he’s really radio voice-y when we’re chanting and it’s annoying. So, one day it’s just the two of us and I say “Are you in radio?” and he says “No,” and smiles. But the smile really said “NO, I’M NOT BUT PLEASE ASK ME WHAT I DO!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!” I was feeling snarky and didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of telling me what he did so I just said “Oh” and turned around. Later I found out through my instructor that it’s this guy. I had no idea who he was because I don’t watch the news but now I see him in every class and last week he fell asleep and was snoring during Savasana.

Shoutouts go to everyone who went to Perry Rocks. We miss and love you all so much…