Looking for Frogs

We woke the children up early for pancakes, which they decided to eat on the porch outside. Daphne met us on Harford Road at Gunpowder State park for a walk in the forest. She had seen dozens of frogs last week and thought the children would enjoy seeing them. We did not find the frogs, but the walk was lovely, with huge boulders to scramble over, earthworms, butterflies, caterpillars, snails, dogs and their owners on the trail. It was difficult to drag Maya away for her violin session with her accompanist at Peabody, a quick lunch in the car, and a long drive to Fallston for her soccer game. It was hot and gorgeous when we found our opponents. Maya's team played badly, most of them standing around watching the ball go by. Eric went crazy trying to keep his mouth shut instead of telling everyone what to do. I was just frustrated to see Maya hanging out in the middle of the field chewing her nails.

The drive home through verdant fields and lovely country homes had Maya insistent that we move to a farm. She has been wanting to be a farmer for some time. I am so sad that we are unable to give her that experience, or that it is unlikely that we can provide that for her before she loses interest in the idea.

I like Sunday afternoon to be quiet and calming. Maya visited with Sarah for a while, and then cooked dinner ( quick Trader Joes orange chicken and broccoli). I read the New York Times cover to cover and struggled with the crossword puzzle. My yoga class was packed and hot and marvelous and then my meditation group morphed into a therapy group. I am the oldest and the most content of the bunch, and I did not like the advice that Sid gave to several of the women. I cannot meditate. I try and fail miserably. I am not sure what I am doing in the group, but I persist. I was very revved up after the class and stayed up way too late.