Dry spell

Dear sisters,

I realize the blog postings have been few and far between.

I have been watching the earth shake in China, and the tornadoes rage over the Midwest. There are now eight gallons of water standing in my basement, a promising start to our emergency rations.

I have been wandering aimlessly around the city, wondering if I would ever feel normal again. The sun shone and the wind blew.

I have been assisting at track and field day, kindergarten graduation and moving up ceremony (well, I brought cucumbers for the bbq afterwards.)




I have been removing lice and nits from my family's heads, more than once. Washing many sheets. Jip got a buzz cut.







I have been organizing my daughters third birthday party which ended up as most parties do in our household. Chaotic and noisy. Rosie kindly invited her guests to leave when she understood that no presents would be opened until the party was over. Maybe I should have made it a 'no gift party', popular here, which makes s sense on many levels, especially when the new three year old is stamping her feet and screaming from having received so much, but I didn't.





I have stood and watched my husband, who has again taken up health as a hobby, wash down no less than 14 supplements each morning, vitamins, fish oil (yes, S2 you have a fellow believer) and milk thistle, which is supposed to do wonders for your liver. Regularly he will drink a bottle of wine just to test the milk thistle.



I have been going to bootcamp and yoga lessons, feeling like an old woman, with stiff joints and no stamina, not feeling or seeing much improvement. The chemoflab is sitting comfortably around the thighs.




I have been making food shopping lists for the week and sticking to them most of the time.

I have been to Napa, winetasting, in a disco bus and back again.

I have been falling asleep to CNN's Anderson Cooper and "the best political team on television".

I have not been getting round to things.

Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life.


Love S1