It's me again.

I haven't posted in a long time, but there's no time like the present! The months seem to fly by, maybe because I'm getting old (I'll be 40 in February.) (Remember that scene in "When Harry Met Sally" when Sally is sobbing because her old boyfriend's getting married, and she wails, "And I'm gonna be FORTY!" "When?" Harry asks. "SOMEDAY!" she wails.)

The summer was lovely, and capped off by a vacation in Lake Tahoe with our good friends. We stayed in a condo that was built onto the side of a mountain, so the view was amazing. And the lake is spectacular! Chilly, though. The kids played in the water, and I waded a bit, but mostly I just relaxed and enjoyed the view and the perfect weather. I had hoped to do some hiking, and walking along the shore, but I was still recovering from a broken toe. (An excellent metaphor for how important even the most tiny and seemingly insignificant members can be. Like hobbits.) (I am starting to realize where my son gets his habit of adding parenthetical comments to his stories.)

My dear friend Heather is still my friend after that trip, which is amazing. She patiently hopped into our car to drive when I was to sleepy to drive. She cooked amazing food in a tiny condo kitchen. She graciously spared my son's life, even though he was inexplicably mean to my friend's youngest dd the whole time. I couldn't ask for a better friend.

Now fall is here, although the weather is still warmer than I'd like. Hiking weather is back!! I have been dragging my ds out on hikes once or twice a week. Between hiking and yoga, my buns are tighter than they've been in a long time. (Which isn't saying much, I guess, but still.)

Books in progress: Mysteries of the Middle Ages: the Rise of Feminism, Science, and Art from the Cults of Catholic Europe by Thomas Cahill; Beowulf translated by Frederick Rebsamen; Eyes Before Ease by Larry Beason (yes, it's about spelling!). On deck: The Hippopotamus Pool by Elizabeth Peters (an Amelia Peabody mystery).

Well, I better go back to Mt. Laundry.