Rebelling, still

Hey, A,

So I was sitting by the pool earlier, under a cloudy sky, relaxing and reading The Pilot's Wife, which I just love...and I thought of you. I thought, hmmm, is this a book Amanda just recently read too? I should ask. I think she did read it, but if she hasn't it, I'll bring it along. And then I remembered how you closed your most recent post...

Are you seriously engaged in some sort of tan competition with me of which I was heretofore unaware and trying to power boost your tan before I come out?!?! Stop it!!!

a) We're in our forties, 2) we have different skin tones (and lifestyles) and c) we're in our forties!!! Silly, silly, silly.

Anyway, it's 6 and other than a couple of handfuls of cashews I ate this morning while writing, I haven't eaten, and it occurs to me I should. I sent W home with leftovers so I don't have anything ready to go in the fridge, and am not motivated to cook. I'd rather, quite honestly, put my book in my purse and finish reading it over dinner somewhere. Nowhere or nothing fancy, maybe just a sub at a pizza place down the street.

Before I head out I should probably check in with my mother and sister M, both of whom called on Friday and whose calls I ignored, but I'm feeling kind of anti-family at the moment for no particular reason and for a slew of things. Mainly I don't want to call because I'd like to remind them in actions that I am not obligated, at 44, to give them my whereabouts/ask permission to be away/check in daily. Even though I am on vacation. Even though I live 5 miles away. Even though I have no children or husband and therefore couldn't possibly have anything better to do than pick up the phone--my house phone no less-- when they happen to call.

So with that, I guess I'll change purses (my newest fave doesn't match my outfit) and head out in search of food and a good reading nook.

Hope you're having a good day.
Love,
Barb