Grounding, PMS, Washington Park and Lamb 'n Egg pizza

I woke up today with the covers in a heap and my mind in a jumble. Crying and angry all at once.  Gnashing my teeth, still crying.

Damn! It's time for my thrice (or twice) per year bout of PMS. Grrrrr.

I can't stay in bed all day and cry. No. So I did what any normal person would do. I put a clean hanky in my pocket, put Belmont's dress on, and went walkin.' 

Years ago, when I moved to Portland, I chose the NW because it was close to restaurants, bars, grocery stores etc. It also had Washington Park as a back yard.

I walk there about three times a week. The park grounds me. I've never lived in a city that speaks to my psyche like Portland. It sounds so corny, but this city sings to my soul.

Lame poetics aside, I will battle this hormonal monster with walking, kombucha, and food.

What am I making?

Lamb and egg pizza.

...But first...

Weekly Dutch Baby pancake with Priscilla!

Photo: Priscilla Robertson

Oh and the pizza was OK.

I should have put the eggs on when I put the other toppings on. Live and learn.

xoxo

hormonally re-balancing

nancy