My Three Daughters

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The Happy Mother’s Day tea at Pip’s preschool yesterday. Pip had a few solo’s she said the line from Down By The Bay: “have you ever seen a bear combing him hair.” And the “S” in Mother’s Day was for :”I like to snuggle with my mom.”

I biked early yesterday morning 1/2 way down the mountain with Misty as she wanted to meet a friend and bike to school. So after school, I was down at Tab’s school requesting teachers for my girls’ next year (Tabs wants Mr. Baker, I want Pip to have the most gentle of kindergarden teachers and have been advised by friends as to which one is kind and which one yells at the kids). Then I decided to pick up Mist from school, put her bike in the back and take them all to Starbucks as there was a 1/2 price sale on frappuccinos for a very short time. But no, she wanted none of it. She wanted to stay with her friends and bike around and have someone pick her up later that night from her friend’s house. So she did. I treated the little girls to the frappuccinos.

Tabs came to me the night before last and requested we do yoga together and then that we meditate together. We did. She was amazing. I taught her the basic Anapana (observing the breath). She has been  practicing the 800m run each evening. She wants to run it again at the track meet. She has a bad cough that I hope clears up for her soon. Last year she was very sick with a chest infection, ran the 800, came in 2nd but collapsed afterward and frightened me to no end. I told her she cannot run it this year if she has any kind of illness.

Today they will attend their cousin’s birthday party up the street. I will work on a little of the final thesis revisions.
 Let me just say that Zumba at Oranj studio has turned into Bikram’s Zumba. The room is small, windowless and packed with 30 dancers. It gets so hot that by the end of class I am a boiling hot tomato face and feel I might collapse. I cannot take heat like others. I don’t know why but my system doesn’t cool me down effectively. I don’t sweat much, maybe that is why??? I blaim it on genetics. Northern Europeans fought dampness and cold, not sun and heat.
Watched A Summer in Genoa last night. Good movie. Going to Spain this summer…

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