Pink champagne on ice*...

Really happy. It's been a good week. Did a lot and saw a lot. It was my son's sports day at his school; 300m and high jump. We had lots of discussion about being sporting and taking part but at the end of the day; he wanted to win. He came second, so he was disappointed and I was amazed afresh at the masculine requirement to excel. I am not saying there is no feminine equivalent, just that in some boys it is so unadulterated. He did come to accept that he was not the victor as the other boy won fair and square, but nevertheless he would have loved to have been 1st. It's all about the accolade for my boy. Some schools shun competition. His doesn't. I am torn as to whether this is a good or bad thing. Life has competition; so should school?

I took delivery of the Nutribullet - OH MY GOD! It's the coolest, simplest thing. On its inaugural outing we had spinach, cucumber, blueberry and banana with a handful of linseed. I feel the health oozing out. I know I am faddish when it comes to these things but maybe this time, this gadget really will make the difference? It's just so easy. No excuses. Check in with me in a month and let's see if it's become essential to me as earl grey tea.

I had some really interesting comments to my last post about teenagers and social media. I feel so strongly about this issue, it makes me want to start a movement. How does one start a movement?? Thank you for your interest and your empathy.

I had a pedicure; always makes me happy.

I thought I was generally happier when I was coveting some item or other of clothing. But I also find that the sheer exercise of browsing, even 'adding to cart' can ally a desire. How odd. But I hear I am not alone; there are middle aged women everywhere adding to cart. It's a release...

In the one time there is a national crisis with passport applications, my passport has been sent off to be renewed. Doh. I am literally praying it returns next week...or else Florida Disney is in jeopardy.

Those of you with dogs will understand the daily dog walk and its regularity. I try to vary location but sometimes, some days, it feels like a chore. I think this until I am about five minutes in, and then I am thankful I went. There is something life-affirming about walking every day, no matter the weather. Yesterday I met an elderly gentleman who was weeding a public foot path. I kinda hope that when I am 80 I take it upon myself to weed a public place. He started telling me that he studied Botany at Oxford in the 1950's and then spent time in the Caribbean, running a plantation where 60 men worked for him. He had been 26. It made me think that everyone has a life story to tell; his particularly rich.

We have a weekend of nothing much planned; if the weather holds we will go to the beach hut for an evening BBQ or bike ride and a pub. My husband has been away and now he's home so that makes me happy.

Happy Friday...

* This is a lyric from Hotel California by The Eagles - I heard it in the car and thought it sounded so decadent. I would like to have pink champagne on ice in some beautiful hotel, somewhere hot...

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Pink champagne on ice*...

Reviewed by axiata
Published : 2014-06-13T04:34:00-07:00
Rating : 4.5