It was another "record breaking heat" day today - and another is expected tomorrow. It's almost midnight and it hasn't dropped below 80 degrees - hardly any breeze.
I have full dogwalking days from now on. I can only
imagine what tomorrow's hike will be like. I hope I have the
energy to get there earlier than 9am. This heat is bound to draw
rattle snakes to our path. That's a far cry from the deer I saw
last week. And the lizards. [for the record, I'm still very
excited about my work and say, bring it on!]
The heat alone is draining. I almost passed out walking
Hunny in the city this morning. I'm not looking forward
to walking in this heat tomorrow. After seven hours of that, I'm
supposed to work at the yoga studio. But hopefully I'll be able to get
someone to fill in because after that, I have a rehearsal with a
percussionist and bass player. We're hoping to record the rest of
my CD next weekend. Yes, that sounds exciting. But part of
me wants to wait. I'm not feeling ready [at all]. I haven't
picked up my guitar since my last 2-song gig.
I was supposed to take the month of April to practice and work
out kinks. Instead, I got busy with work and my business started
doing well. That's where my focus has been. And that's
what's important at the moment. But now I need to muster up the
energy to do what most other musicians do - work fulltime and play
music at night. Who needs sleep anyway? I do!
I went to a Beltane Bash last night. I danced-ish around
the Maypole - really wish I had done that after the shot of
vodka. And drank some tea that
made me a little queasy. Guess I should've stuck with the vodka. The pool was like bath water. The
organic spread was delectable. The music was amazing. The
night air. The trees. The moon. Beautiful.
The cab ride home made me more nauseous. Oh god, the cab ride. See, around 10:00 I was happily almost out the door with the friend I'd arrived with. But Cheryl and a bunch of dramatic Pirates insisted I stay, offering a ride home later. I caved to the peer pressure and I hugged my ride goodbye.
Midnight rolled around and Cheryl and I suddenly realized, no
one was anywhere near ready to leave. Except us. The party was
just getting started for the ride home we'd expected. I found her
double-fisted, with a shot of this and a swig of that.
Yup, we were stranded. I was content with crashing on the
blankets in the yard till someone was able to take us home. But Cheryl's idea sounded intriguing. Besides, I
was still there because of her, so I was sticking with her.
And now we can both say we survived Beverly Glen, Mulholland, the 405
and the 10 in our first [and hopefully last] L.A. cab ride!
Even after a late night, I still woke up at 7:30 this
morning. But I allowed [forced] myself to go back to bed and was
able to sleep till after 10am. I feel well-rested. I just
hope I can fall asleep tonight. I have a mind to turn the air on
but I just hate air conditioning. I can't decide what's
worse...the heat or the stale AC.
Someone asked me tonight if I've lost weight. Happens every spring. I must look heavier with jeans and a sweater than I do with shorts and a t-shirt. Hello! No, I haven't lost weight, just clothing.
The only way for me to know if I've lost any weight is if I
visit my doctor again. That's the only time I step on a
scale. Otherwise, as long as my clothes fit, I know I'm okay.
I broke my "no cookie streak" this week. I had two
chocolate chip cookies [on two different days]. And I had a piece
of chocolate last night, for the first time in two weeks. Each
"treat" satisfied me thoroughly. I didn't crave more and was
grateful to have them each time. I even passed on the delicious
smelling chocolate cake last night.
Happy May everyone! It's officially my birthmonth. Let the celebrations begin.