So routines are about to happen. Not just routines but morning to bed, no room for error every minute packed until Thursday drop off, routine. I’ll make it, I’m just trying to figure out how.
What I’d like from you, is ideas for food suitable for healthy picnic dinners. Why? I have to get the kids from after-school care and head straight to football practice. We then get home just in time for showers and bed. Rinse and repeat.
I’m thinking, I can make calzones or baked empanadas. They will still be warm by the time I get to the school. Sandwiches, of course, but since they take their lunch, I’d like to not have two sandwich meals a day. I believe, and I will have to check on this, that we may use the cafeteria at the school to eat our dinner, before heading to practice so hopefully we won’t have to actually picnic outside on the ground, as that would get annoying quickly. We do have thermoses available.
So, I will happily take your suggestions in the comments.
As far as the confessional?
You know how they say that your art finds you? I had this happen in the most bizarre of circumstances. So weird that I actually put it in the Craigslist Missed Connections so perhaps the owner can find her.
Of course I talked about this on Twitter and my favorite description of the mystery was, so you’re saying you’re the victim of a drive by nuding?
Yes, yes I am.
I showed it to my therapist -great, huge leaps of progress on the anxiety front, thanks- and we laughed and she suggested I name her. I haven’t gone that far, but I will and I’m open to suggestions. The position of her hands is actually symbolically significant, it’s a mudra gesture and I can’t tell you whether it’s the one that means starting place / home or an invitation to knowledge. In either case, I find that fascinating. No, it’s not the best painting ever, but it’s unique and going in the guest bathroom where she can add to the awkward of using someone else’s facilities.
So I guess my confession this week is that I have a giant nude in my guest bathroom. It makes me laugh and that feels wonderful. What do you have to get off of your chest?