This is therapy, my friends.
|A cold cocktail....|
|swimming with my girls...|
|surprising the baby....|
|having dinner with my hubs...|
|sitting under the Sycamore.|
We are moving this week (!) to our new apartment at the other end of the building. Thursday will be here but quick. I am trying to accept that craziness will reign that day and there is nothing I can do about it but take deep breaths and look forward to a sweeter, brighter, larger place to live in.
Short vacations are a'coming: up to Washington to spend a few nights with family on Steamboat Island in July. Carmel Valley in August to reunite with friends and stay at the zen center at Tassajara for a couple of nights. Hubs has never been there, and it is a must see for that very reason. I haven't been for a few years, and though previous trips have found me staying in hot little wood cabins, this season I am springing for something more deluxe which will be cooler to sleep in. Get ready for some great vegetarian food, my love. I look forward to the witnessing the frantic line of people standing outside the dining hall for dinner. It's dog eat dog at this retreat that is supposed to center us and calm us. We'll stand back and saunter in at the end, grab whatever seating is available. We've got this communal dining thing down now.
What are you doing for therapy?