We spent the entire day yesterday hiking in the middle of Los Angeles and then rolling through meadows being careful to not land in the stream nearby. The kids took their shoes off and followed the stream for a while while I laid in the speckled shade of an old tree and enjoyed my book. We had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, grapes and blue potato chips for lunch.
Next the kids had sports. Mr G met up there, and saved me from a fly ball to the head. I’m thinking it’s time to stop bringing a book to Little League. Jane’s soccer practice was fabulous, the girls are getting bigger and stronger. They’re sweet girls. It’s time well spent.
We were inside the house about 45 minutes all day. My father stole 15 of those minutes to bring me Russian caviar and dry white wine to accompany it. If the kids so much as breathe on my caviar I will send them to their rooms for a month.
We had crappy Mexican food for dinner (which was just what I was in the mood for), and then we crawled into bed, thinking, this was a really nice birthday.