Take the Cake

Dad gave me my copy.

Figgy has made me double chocolate layer cakes in years past....today, she made the 1-2-3-4 Yellow Cake from The Joy of Cooking. It called for four eggs and I only had two, so I added chocolate chips, Fig said. She also made vanilla frosting. It was delicious.

Punch was here, too, and I won't say it wasn't stressful. It was. It just was. For some reason, it seems to bring out the worst in us lately. Maybe it's about opportunities lost, or sudden mayhem--hurriedly putting away the laptops, the sewing machine, the earphones, the paint tubes, anything that curious little hands in a free new space can explore and/or break. Or perhaps it stems from misunderstanding, broken promises, dashed dreams. Or resentment [mine] or guilt [ours] that we could be making more of a difference or on the flip side, that we're glad the visits are contained. But I did take Punch outside, lifting her to look at the sky when things got hectic, just as I did when she was a baby. The view was murky tonight, except for the moon and one neighboring star. It's a mommy star and a daddy star, Punch said.

She is just a little girl, age 5. Life is complicated and not always as we plan it. I am so imperfect. I am human. Good night.

TCOY

1. Boot camp in the soccer dome.
2. Healthy lunch, with salmon, fitness bread and a little whipped cottage cheese.
3. Money tracking/budgeting going pretty well this week. I have $20 left to get through two more days.
4. Back on myfitnesspal.com. Must track more closely now that bday is over.