Speeding through a hot desert

Could I possibly have a subject that corresponds to the title of this entry?
Today I felt I sped through a host of juggled activities, and whether it was the caffeine, or whether it was the rate of activity, I felt like I traveled through the desert in a convertible at top speed. I set my wheels in motion when I jogged Savannah to daycare in the stroller, and then set off on a 3-mile loop, passing by the beach and the winds off the bay. My successful jog culminated in a visit to the local Peets coffee establishment on the corner by my house, and I tried in attempt to convince the stressed-out barista to make my particular espresso with love.  I jogged my loveless iced espresso home and let it sit awhile next to the shower I hung out in for the next 20 minutes.  The espresso was driven to the car  shop, just to be squeezed when told the Blazer's water pump had failed, and the brakes didn't sound good either. Espresso was consumed and discarded on the walk home, and since it was time to adopt  a new appendage  before reaching the house, I cheerfully purchased a gingerbread man treat for Savannah at the local bakery.
The better part of the afternoon  was spent working on The very Hot Club business. We're looking for an agent, and we're getting some radio airplay, so I had phone calls to make, and a website to update.
Add in a break for salami and goat cheese, and it's already 4:45pm and time to make to-go coffee and walk to daycare with the gingerbread man cookie in hand. Being the calculating girl I am, I already supposed that Savannah would be much to busy with her cookie to realize that not only was I buckling her into the stroller and tucking her into a blanket, but walking her a mile down the road on a very brisk evening to the non-entertaining car shop.  The car shop had the car still in several pieces as they were doing a full brake replacement when we arrived, so naturally I strolled Savannah to the gourmet cheese shop across the street to do some sampling. Savannah was still engrossed in the gingerbread man, so I did all the sampling. We settled on a snippet of Gruyere, and enough tasty non-smoked gouda to fulfill two grilled-chesse sandwiches over the upcomming weekend.  When Savannah finished her cookie and requested to be set free from her bindings, she  sauntered up to the fish  case  on the other side of the market and asked me to get her some of the ice that formed the bed for the product. Also, she saw the entire plastic fish squadron from "Finding Nemo", staged nicely throughout the case, and told me she wanted to grab them, and then she proceeded to grab at the glass in front of the plastic figures.  I didn't say  anything, and just let her have her fantasies.

Time slipped by, and we headed back across the street to the car shop, only to see our car still in several pieces. As the service bill grew, I thought what better time to apply for a no-interest credit card than the present. By the time John arrived on his bike, fresh-but-tired off the BART train, we had entered into a successful credit marriage with GE Capitol, had a car put back together and professionally road-tested, and a content-but-dirty daughter who had earlier found delight in crawling around the car shop's floor.

When we arrived home a little after 7pm, I peeled potatoes for making mashed one's, washed the broccoli, took the tri-tip out of the fridge while John and Savannah watched "Happy Feet", the one with the dancing penguin.  Somewhere in the boiling of the potatoes and taking a seat on the couch, however, I hit the wall and suddenly dropped out of 5th gear. I was out of the hot desert and, parked at an oasis, let the engine stall. John finished preparing the dinner, and Savannah sat in her high chair for several bites before sending food overboard. Alas, game over for the family dinner. It was getting late anyway, so John put Savannah to bed, fell asleep with her in the bedroom, and I retired to the office for a passive evening of youtube. com.

John eventually woke up and joined me as I wrote this post. We are currently riding into the sunset of the evening on our respective computers, and we dream of starting tomorrow very early.

Comments

[Helene]

Wow, you got it done as the CEO of your life today! Congrats. One day at a time.

[KK]

Man!!! Busy lady! You sure got in some good walking yesterday di'ent ya. xoxoxox