like cream of wheat invented

Yesterday my friend A was in town because her three-year-old had a doctor's appointment in Davis. We went out to lunch at the co-op, but we were running out of time, and A wasn't able to eat her black bean enchilada. She subsisted on a beet arugula salad. I had a Greek pasta salad with delicious olives and a garlic lover's pasta with peas. The three-year-old ate a black bottom muffin.

Driving in A's car, the air conditioner isn't working, so we had the windows rolled down, and it was hard to talk on the freeway with the sound of wind in our ears and freeway sounds of trucks. Sometimes we leaned our heads together a bit and talked about friends, plans, my weekend, our husbands.

In Davis, I went in with A and the three-year-old to the doctor's appointment. The three-year-old was apprehensive, and I felt out of place, like I was making things worse, though I'm not really a stranger at this point. Also, doctors make me nervous. When it was time for the three-year-old to get a tetanus shot, I went to the waiting room and read a stupid magazine. "Ten Ways To Celebrate Summer!" was an article I remember. The ways included buying yourself new sunglasses and PJs.

Today Erik is hiking with his friend T. They're up in the Sierras now--they left at 7. I plan to write some letters. Also, I see my therapist today and have no problems of the week to talk about. Maybe I can bring up self-esteem. I'm afraid she'll say I'm fine and the counseling is over when I'm really not fine. But I can give that impression sometimes.