If you haven't had the Basil gelato at Whole Foods then go get some because it's one of the five most amazing things I've tasted in my lifetime. I don't know why having Basil gelato instead of Irish Stew on St. Patrick's day seemed the right thing to do but it did. St. Patrick's Day always makes me think of the Annie Proulx novel - Accordion Crimes.
Yesterday afternoon I left work early and went out to Rio Vista to see Frankie ride. She took a first in jumping and a second in walking but also the coveted Horsewoman honor that she'd wished for so long. I'll need to remember to check the Maine Root website as the uncle of one of the campers created this organic rootbeer and brought a lot of it out for the girls.
Then Frankie, Nicolette and I headed back to town taking the Sixth street route so we could drive through the SXSW/St. Patrick's Day mayhem. It was some damn fine people watching with music streaming out of every doorway, balconies full of happy revelers, musicians hauling instruments in and out of vans. The girls enjoyed the excitement of it all. I did too and was grateful for the very slow drive down these ten blocks of color and noise.
Then we went to Whole Foods. Mostly I wanted to pee and couldn't make it all the way home. But I also wanted to see if I could function in the noise and crowds outside of my car.
I woke up feeling remarkably normal this morning. Took the dogs to meet their new vet and remembered my driver's license number when asked. Maybe all I needed was a day off and some Basil gelato. Maybe the worst has passed as this is my 6th day. Might go get more gelato tomorrow at noon to celebrate the week being wrapped. I owe Jack and Frankie a treat for putting up with me...
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