A quiet Sunday morning with Belle doing something she rarely does: waking me up early. Specifically at 5, then 7, then 9 am (almost exactly on the hour) for outside bathroom visits. Well, the 9 am one was where she stayed inside to throw up a small charcoal-like stone (about the size of a large avocado pit) that must have come from the beach two days earlier. Hence, all the morning drama. (My poor little girl…)
Later, I thoroughly enjoyed a foggy Cafe Francisco frittata with Belle, followed by a fine-tuning editing session on Skype with Cyrene of the book promo. So close to done!
Then Marin housewarming party for motivational speaker Mike Robins, Susan’s friend where somehow I noticed that of the children present there were eight girls and only girls, and was told that earlier in the day there were 30 girls and not a single boy. Even the pregnant lady was expecting another girl. (Strange, right — and defying humanity’s reproduction odds completely).
Spectacular Tiburon Blackie’s pasture walk — it is weird that there’s a Yelp review of a natural phenomenon but I like the pictures — where Belle got covered in mud, followed by Whole Foods and amazing Thai dinner with Susan. [And a new-night episode of MM which was so life-enhancing, I don’t know how I’ve lived until now without it — Seriously!]
At Whole Foods in Marin before dinner, when I picked up the organic sea salt to give it to the clerk for scanning, it completely fell apart of its own volition. The container simply came apart. There was salt EVERYWHERE (and the staff has these little toothbrush like brooms to deal with such situations.)
In the salt on the counter, however, one could clearly see this angelic face, one I’m going to submit to Susan’s friend Andrea’s blog which has a section about faces appearing in food.
But now I can only wonder: what is my salty angel trying to tell me?
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