Week 9

02.27.10 to 02.28.10

Evening

Tried to take my friend to Sprinkles again. The good news is that they were open for business. The bad news was the line stretched 40-minutes from the door. We walked down the block to Crumb. Dessert before dinner, that was the idea.

As we drove across town to our dinner destination I remembered my Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day arrived from Amazon this afternoon. I am desperate to be a baker. Five minutes a day seems a realistic goal.

Il Fornaio roughly translated means “the baker”... I wonder how many minutes per day they spend baking bread?

It felt tremendously luxurious eating rustic bread dipped in balsamic and olive oil, felt even better to enjoy the company of Sara and Evelyn and Taylor and Hannah away from nagging piles.


Morning

“Can’t do it all.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Began the day with potatoes—a piano competition and a haircut on the horizon.

I forced myself to NOT take the dish of starchy goodness and multitask by the computer, forced myself to leave the TV off and sit at the table with my husband in the quiet moments before the contents of the house began to stir. Force myself? That should give me something to think on today.


Evening

We had gone flying in all directions, conquered the piano competition, the haircut, a few errands, and made a rough plan for Monday. When Willie slid a dinner plate across my desk, I mustered the strength to walk away from my work and join my family at the table, “Can’t do it all, but I can do what matters.”