Friday morning driving to Caitlin's preschool I read a bumper sticker that said, "Love is pain. Pain is love."
At first I thought, how negative.
Then I thought, how true, acknowledging the existential unavoidable inevitable discomfort of giving to, caring for, living with and sometimes without others, as well as the very liberating idea that that willingness to feel the pain is the gift itself and therefore the very source of the joy of living. So much food for thought on the back of a white pick-up truck.
So here's what was going on at preschool.
Pajama day and passing out treats. I picked up Caitlin a bit early so we could get to the elementary school on time for the costume parade.
I had been thinking about Pier 49 San Fransisco Sourdough pizza all week long. I ordered the Alcatraz, their supreme, that reminded me an awful lot of Sonny's deluxe. By the way, in heaven, Sonny's Pizza will be restored to it's rightful place on Cabrillo Boulevard in Santa Barbara. Until then the Alcatraz will do fine.
Here is the Lombard Street. The barbecued chicken is tender, sweet, and tangy. I love the caramelized red onions. Both pizzas came with free pepperoni pizzas in honor of National Pizza month. So sad that October must come to an end.
Thank you for all the supportive comments I received about my laundry after I posted web cam. Some of you may have been wondering if I actually have a laundry room where I might better contain the pile. In fact I do. Last week I set a goal for myself to only wash as much laundry as I could fold. I love taking the clothing out of the dryer, smelling the sweet clean detergenty smell and feeling the warmth. Folding the clothing while it is warm gives me a feeling of being in control of at least one aspect of my life. So it's been a good week for me in that area... Now to work on a pile of something else.
I love reading your blog . . . for some reason I especially liked the laundry episodes :)
Me too - I can completely relate to the laundry thing and I only have five kids. If I don't do it every day it's a nightmare.
I agree. I didn't do any today and now I'm in trouble. It seems like there's a spontaeous generation of dirty clothing.
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