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Old Fashion Domesticated Bliss

After a week of eighty plus degree weather, this morning was humid and slightly cooler and overcast and beautiful to wake up to.

I got up at five.  Sleep is intermittent and illusive these days.  Perhaps my body is in re-training mode in anticipation of a new baby.

The morning was about sipping homemade instant cafe au lait ( I serendipitously came across a delicious brand called Elite that is served at our local Humus joint, which is oh so good with a cup of steaming whole or 2% milk) and home work.  I have always liked home work.... dusting, organizing, Windexing...   But since becoming a mother, I find it hard to find big stretches of time to devote to it.  Mornings like today when three loads of laundry got done without interruption and the home looked extra loved was an experience in Zen meditation for me.


Before lunch my girl and I fancied up and met my mother in law and her lovely sister for a ladies only high noon tea at the cute tea shop in Menlo Park.

Demure and ready for tea

Later we all lounged around the house and talked about hair color, hello kitty and the election, and played origami and hide and seek.  

Giddy after 3 cups of Tea and 5 Sugar Cubes

Here's to a lovely start to a beautiful Fall weekend.

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