Saturday was a weird breakthrough day where I found myself sinking into a moodier and moodier abyss — despite a rather brilliant notion that the owner Jenny loved of teaching yoga across the street from where I’m living in the chic new boutique Acre after hours — until I made a decision just to go all the way and fully experience and process the emotions. (aka, like “a good cry,” really feeling everything allowed a true release and me to feel infinitely better afterwards).
(I also feel a real cleaning and re-organizing can do just as much good for the soul as almost any therapy or new age cure I know.)
Today I crafted a few very specific business emails, but then had the delightful task of going to the beach with Jonah and Belle, and taking him out for brunch afterwards. You really can’t complain about a diner which serves the kiddie menu selections in a car.
And another car synchronicity: when I bought my car from Carmax there was a problem with the motor in the back window — it was just sticking. They fixed it and now, suddenly, 3 years later it’s happening again.
It’s the kind of annoying thing that you can tolerate (provided you’re living in California) for a bit, and since it’s not life or death, wait until you have both a little extra cash to fix + a half day to kill when you drop the car off at the mechanics.
Last night, we parked next to a Porsche (also a convertible) where the owner had done a duct tape repair of his roof. It felt like a little reminder that all of us are in the same boat sometimes with our little repairs and trials and tribulations.
Speaking of which, I had other things to write about but it’s late — went to Clark’s birthday party and then had to watch the latest Downton Abbey as soon as it was available.
Once again, Lady Violet/Maggie Smith is just sheer genius — and the perfect reminder of everything that’s important. When she says to Lady Edith, “Don’t be defeatist dear, it’s very middle class,” and after the Earl has made his decision about Sybil, “We must work with what we’ve got” — well, you just want to phone her up and ask her take on everything (with the obvious disclaimer not being that she is a fictional character, but that Lady Violet would certainly speak to anyone on the telephone — although I take it back, she did once, but only because it was ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY.)
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