I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Older women, parking garages, and flourLiza
I’ve been hanging out on the treadmill at 15% and it’s been seriously cutting into my blog time. And my glutes are tender this morning. I’m heading to the parking garage at UTSA tonight to do some stairwell climbing. It’ll be difficult to imagine the top level is Hope Pass, but I’m game. It’s been raining here for a few days, so the humidity should simulate 12,000 feet nicely.
We had our good friend Niki over on Tuesday night and Asa fell in love. I teased him about his preschool girlfriend, Annika, in front of her and he gave me a very dark look. Eliot took me to task: Never mention the 5 year-old girlfriend when the boy is in the process of wooing another older woman. Asa pulled out his stash of glow in the dark bracelets and gave her a pink one. Love.
I made the mistake later of asking him to get the flour out of the pantry for me, so I could make us all an apple tart. The emotional exuberance of new love and all-purpose flour don’t mix. (Not pictured: The 4×4 foot flour floor.)