I feel awful again, except this time I am quite sure it is a combination of utter exhaustion and eating junkie food, in a world where have very high standards for my food and eating out is rough at best.
After Joan Baez on Thursday night, I didn't get to bed until midnight. That was not the smartest move considering I was up at 4:15 and on the road by 5 Friday. We got to Matt around 9:30 (4 1/2 hours of driving time), picked him up and headed to Philly. (Total driving 5.25 hours) We hung around Philly, for two days, I won't count cab rides because it was too hot to move in Philly let alone walk anywhere, and drove Matt back towards the town here his camp is Saturday night. (6 hours) We caught dinner and a movie, and took Matt back to camp. (6.5 hours) then we kissed our baby goodbye, wished him a good second session and drove back to spend the night in stepford. (8 hours drive time) In the morning we woke up, threw on our clothes, shoveled in some food at the diner, and headed towards Evan's camp. (10 hours drive time) I was so happy to see my middle baby, looking so much taller (illusion) and thinner (reality) and happy and healthy. Evan said to me "Why are you smiling so much?" We tossed Evan's stuff into the truck and hit the highway again. Now we are back in utopia. (total drive time 13 hours) We pulled in yesterday afternoon around 3:30. Josh wanted to visit a utopian friend. I decided to drive him because it looked like thunder showers were heading our way. I dropped Josh off and chatted with a utopian friend. So as not to idle and pollute I turned the key and chatted for 1/2 an hour with the radio playing softly in the background. Dead battery. I got a jump from another neighbor/friend and then I had to TAKE A RIDE to recharge my battery.
So, three days on the road means my stomach is in an uproar. I foolishly left the house with lots of gluten free substitutes even though I don't do well with the substitutes. Never again. I am going to set some eating out rules for myself. Like NO SAUCES EVER. I'm pretty sure that the sauces are what get me in trouble. It started on Thursday when we ate out before the Joan Baez concert. (Poor Joan, couldn't hit the high notes) We had a real bitch for a waitress and she was annoyed by my ingredient questions and then at the very end of my meal I found two small strands of linguine at the bottom of my food. I'm pretty sure she did that on purpose. I'm also pretty sure I will never darken the doorway of that restaurant again. I will probably also put in a call to the manager this week.
I decided that I'm okay with spotty posting this summer. Some days I am too in the moment of being in this glorious place to find any time to post. It's probably a good sign. In the mean time, I have to figure out why I am more tired than I should be, not sleeping well this summer, or feeling my usual energetic self.
Sorry to hear Joan couldn't hit the high notes...she' must be getting long in the tooth. Diamonds and Rust is one of my top 10 fave albums of all time.
I hear you on the spotty blogging in summer. I've had a couple of 5 day stretches with nothing, and by some miracle the whole internet didn't fold.
Posted by: Leslie | July 26, 2010 at 04:14 PM