The problem with writing something you know is going to be read by tons of people, hundreds even if StatCounter is to believed... so the problem is that there's no tone... Like you have no idea that the title of this post came to me by thinking of Fantasy Island and the little guy saying The Plane, The Plane in his little white suit.

The Husband and I got in a bit of a tif on Thursday night when I came home from L.A. I was really mad that he didn't seem emphathetic to my needs and he felt I didn't see his side of it either. We didn't talk all day Friday actually. In our new committment to spending time together The Nanny was coming over at night instead of during the day... the second of our bi-monthly "date nights." Since we didn't speak all day, the first opportunity we had to speak was in the car that evening. At first I think we were just pissed off that here we were freakin' arguing when we finally had a few hours to ourselves. We fought in the parking lot at the beach for awhile then decided this was just all really silly... we went to Harvest Ranch and bought sandwiches, a bottle of Le Cigar Volant (mhmmm)... and we sat on the grass overlooking 15th Street while the sun went down. It was really nice... and we got a bit, well, drunkish I think. It's pretty RARE that The Husband will have more than one drink of anything so it was an interesting night. We came home and sat in the jacuzzi, had a first in our 11 years of marriage after that... then we passed out... and this morning no one did anything. Our entire family just ran around in p.js until like 2pm. I watched a movie while my kids were in the house... they were downstairs playing... playing for long enough to watch a whole movie (I realize only other parents will understand the italics going on there). The Husband came up and laid down for awhile. I have him reading Shadow of the Wind now. The Husband made me eggs with something in them and a little side tomato cilantro salad on the side for lunch. We finally decided to go to The Beach for awhile... no big plan just went. Ran into someone from the studio that I hadn't seen for awhile which was nice. The Daughter and her daughter got along really well. I washing the stains of civilization off and lay in the sun. A memorial was going on at the beach, likely a paddle out, for a man who had died. There were signs by the steps about it. I own up to a wierd sense of wonder. How did he die? Around 6, close to starting time, people started coming... at first just a trickle... then a huge swarm of people. Hundreds of people. As it turns out, the man was early 40s, married with two children and died of a drug overdose. Apparently there was genuine surprise in the community that this man would OD. As we were leaving, more and more people were coming. It was amazing how many surfers, young, old, girls and boys. A lot of older people. A lot of New Agey looking people. A lot of tattoos, full body tattoos, sleeves.. it was this huge mixture of subcultures... this man whom no one knew was unhappy must have touched hundreds of people who came out to say farewell to him. lIt was a moving event just to watch it unfold.

Later, after dinner, we were playing outside on the driveway. I was talking with a neighbor when a hot air balloon started to land. The kids grabbed bikes, I was still in my bikini, no shoes... my neighbor had her baby and her dog while the two older girls had me run with them... We all rushed to see the balloon landing... cars with families had pulled over to watch, kids were coming, swarming in from all directions... the balloon landed, the took the air out and folded it down. Front Page News in our little suburb for a Saturday Night!

One of the things The Husband told me last night was that he doesn't care if he does all the laundry, all the housekeeping, dropping the kids at school... if I would just take care of dinner. That's the only thing he wants me to be ultimately responsible for. Now while this sounds like it should be easy, it's actually not. It's very hard to plan ahead for meals when I don't know what days I'll have what kind of time to cook. If I try to be proactive and plan out meals and have the shopping done, well, half the time the food spoils as my schedule shifts to exclude a meal with preparation. It's going to have to be my new goal, thing to work on...

Well, that and Kapotasana. ;)