Wackadoo

Got to bed around 9:15, but didn't fall asleep until 11:30ish. Set the alarm for 5am, saw rain, went back to sleep and didn't get up until 9:30 this morning -- and it's raining still. I was going to take the first train out to upstate and visit my parents and ride my bike home, but it will just have to wait until next week. Had dreams (see addenda).

Contemplating rain riding, then contemplating yoga, then contemplating a movie, but none seemed like it felt right. Then B came in the room with lil' Edie, and it was obvious -- I'm staying home with my family close by! Simple pleasures in life. In the afternoon, E was getting a bit cranky so I slipped her into a sling and took her for her first solo poppa-daughter walk. Once I exited the building she quickly fell asleep. We walked to the building my parents used to live in and I traced many of the pathways I walked with them. After an hour, while in the local supermarket, Edie started howling and felt the looks of strangers...why is this weird bearded man alone with an infant? What horrible things is he doing to it? Fortunately, I had a bottle of breast milk in my back pocket and the second it hit Edie's lips, she was silent except for a mini-slurping sound.

Did not eat that great today, but I stayed in control of it and went to sleep a little hungry. I suspect part of the reason for that is that we're going away for 4 days on vacation to the North Fork, and I'm bringing my bike -- we haven't restocked the cupboard. Anyhoo, I'm taking a break from this blog thang....will restart the home fires on Friday!

ADDENDA:
In those last 3 hours of sleep between seeing rain and seeing more rain, I had a wackadoo dream. I visited the restaurant, but the layout was different. Instead of just the front of the restaurant building being old-styled brick, the entire dining room was 100s of years old, and long and narrow. Behind the pizza oven, the kitchen was new and cheap like it is now, but L decided to put down carpeting in there. A & J were in the kitchen, busy little beavers, and there was T, taking a break -- haven't seen T in a while as she works in the evenings, and I'm usually visiting in the afternoons. We're happy to see each other, big hug, I ask her how things are, she says they are the same as before, but "only more so". She gives me a new soda they restaurant is carrying, a "60 year old witch hazel" flavored carbonated beverage, and it is laughably disgusting. I tell T to come with me on a walk, so we can talk about our lives and cooking, but I need to go to the bathroom first to wash my mouth out.

I step out front, and L is teaching A (a very sweet but language-limited Iraqi) how to make a chocolate omelet (?) L walks away because he's so busy, so I help A finish this monstrous creation, basically a simple french omelet wrapped in chocolate angel cake. (I hate eggs, by the way, but love chocolate, hmmmm) I proceed to the bathrooms, which are to the right of the long narrow dining room. It's old style, with a water tank close to the ceiling and a long pull rope. There is a window to the front, wooden frame all bent with age. I look out the window, it's raining, I'm glad I'm not subject to L's whims.....and I wake up.

I guess I need to get in touch with T(from the restaurant, not the HVS!). Yo T, you reading this? Send me yo email!!

BREAKFAST: 9:30am, 5 cold veg dumplings, .5 bowl, hunger 4/5

LUNCH: 1:30pm, home made baked ziti, 1.25 bowl, hunger 4/5

DINNER: 7:30pm, hot dog, baked potato, Gatorade, 1.25 bowl, hunger 45