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