It’s 7:09 am.
There is a bird twittering outside my window. 3 notes, middle, up, middle, down, over and over. I can see blue sky behind clouds out the window, and I’m guessing he’s happy about that.
I’m the only one awake, though I’m predicting that Z will be up any minute. I was up late last night, (I LOVE getting together with amazing groups of women, don’t you?) but I still tumbled myself out of bed at 6:42 so I could shower and be dressed when Z gets up. I’d like to get back in the pattern of getting up at 6 so that I can workout and shower before she’s up, but my body hasn’t been waking me up at 6, and that’s my alarm clock. But regardless of the workout, I’ve noticed that there is a marked difference in our day if I’m up and moving before the girls. It gives me time to get some things done, but more than that, it seems to give Z … something. Not sure what, but her whole attitude is better if she finds me up and doing things when she gets up.
We’re heading to Santa Cruz today. There should be no babies to make us turn around this time, and we’re off to meet with our Educational Specialist from the charter school we’re working with. There’s the added perk that she’s one of my most beloved college roommates, so that will be quite fun. And we’re going to see Papa Joe and hit the Natural History Museum, so all in all it should be a great day.
I have a pile of fabric triangles waiting to be sewn up into a banner on my craft table, and a littering of books spread around that want to be read. I must prevail and start on my book club book, (The Scarlet Pimpernel, it should be good!), but I keep getting waylaid by Shakespeare. He’s just like candy to me. Over the last couple of days I’ve read The Tempest (which I’ve never read before and was completely surprised by, I’ve always been under the assumption that it was a tragedy, and it’s not) and Two Gentlemen of Verona (which I’ve read before and highly enjoy, even if one of the characters makes me stabby, but that’s kind of his job). I’ve wanted to see the new Helen Mirren version of The Tempest, so now I can. But first I must read The Scarlet Pimpernel.
I think I’m going to go get some sewing done before the day starts, and hopefully I’ll have an Eiffel Tower of Paris banner to show for it soon.
But, just because I feel like this post should have a picture in it, Tiny would like you to know that the thing that you are looking for, your very heart’s desire, is over there.