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meditation sleep; market morning; swimming with kids

18 Aug

I did it again. On Saturday morning I stumbled out of warm bed to the beck of my alarm. Yes!…it was 5am. I could not find my dressing gown so I used Deane’s. I made my way to the ‘meditation chair’, and placed myself in position. And, in the proverbial… ‘all of a sudden’,it was six in the morning and I was freezing!. Deane’s dressing gown is cold cotton unlike my warm synthetic cuddly one. I (using a very un-zen-like naughty word), ran back to warm -bed-next -to- warm -body and slept like someones else’s baby till 7.30.am.  I did not even get to meditate before the sleep monster got me.

After a day of driving miss Rosie to her hockey games I finally enjoyed a relaxed run in the dark cold winter night. I dont feel I am accomplishing great fitness goals at the moment. It is enough that I am actually out. My raw food way-of-life is going okay. We had a weekend of social eating so I did eat more cooked food than I would have liked to. I will not mention the cake.

On Sunday, Harry and I skipped out to the market at a very respectable 7.45am. I took a backpack with me this time-employed to carry 6 or 7 kilos of apples, 5kilos of citrus-with ease. Wellington put on a beautiful crisp morning with NO rain, (that began later in the day.) We gathered an abundance of greens and oranges and reds, filling three ecobags and the backpack. Harry munched on his apple danish which has become his pleasant habit on our market mornings. They sell them fresh off a trestle table. We then drove to Maranui cafe for our secret morning ritual. He had organic eggs, scrambled on sourdough toast and an apple juice. I had a soy latte, yes…cooked. They wont make fruit salad till summer when there is more fruit about unfortunately.  Harry enjoyed his and then we made our way home. Harry is very funny as he tells the story to Deane about our morning of notgoing to maranui for breakfast and how hungry he is now – not.

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