It's pleasantly cool now and I feel the need to scramble something down before the heat comes back and turns my head into mush. Last night, all I could do was sweat and pitifully read blogs with pictures of snow and feel glad that I could. Yestereday started of OK, G was working and my mum came to look after Grace before lunch so that I could go to the gym. Which was pleasant enough. I felt virtuous that I was making some use of my membership. Eventhough I felt jealous of another woman's clever retro/contempory and oh so cool gym outfit that looked perfect with her very cool biceps. I felt very dowdy in my scaffy target three quarter pants and icky black runners. So mumsy. And trashy. And full of squishy bits and bulges. I fantasised about dieting and going every second day, no matter what. And the new pair of gym pants I could make. About the potential new slimmer me, the one constantly held in check by the old me who's been around for years.
Anyway, after lunch we went to the pool. Not the local, which has quite a small old fashioned toddler pool which Grace isn't too thrilled about. She fell under last time and although I picked her up instantly, the fear on her face is something I'll never forget. It's still with her in some way too, I'll bet. The pool we went to had a very shallow baby pool, a toddler pool with walk in entry and best of all, a big shelf with water coming out from small pipes on the wall, which seemed to be a great hit with the under threes. And their watchers could stand in waist deep water and watch. Most amusing. Especially when Grace was upset by this little boy (I can't remember what for) and he then proceeded to see if she was OK and then kissed her on the cheek. She followed him everywhere for at least ten minutes after that. We didn't leave the pool until nearly tea time and when I rang G to tell him we were running late he told us about the power being off. Yikes, I thought, no telly, no internet! On the way back to the car, we played in the park for a bit. All the grass is dying and the elms are shedding leaves which were lying around in big dry drifts.
We decided to have a late snack dinner. You know, mini toasts and cheese with carrot sticks, tomato and cucumber. After Grace went to bed, G went to the shed to apply some more varnish to the little table he's making and I sat in the quiet and the last of the light reading Marge Piercy's The Longings of Women. The sort of book guaranteed to haul me out of my reading slump. It's a bit like the last one of hers that I read, but that's OK. Formula is good for breaking reading block. Then, just before dinner, I went to see whether the power was back. And it was. So everything went back to normal. Except that it was still hot. I couldn't sleep, but that's quite normal at the moment too. Hopefully lots of sleep tonight.