10,471 steps
I got Ivy, Inga, and Zari to come running with me on their scooters. It took an hour for them to get ready, though. Hair and teeth to brush, breakfast to eat, clothes to put on, then of course they would get distracted with something else, or someone would have taken their hair elastic, or they wanted to see something interesting on the computer. During the run I told them stories from my grandpa, who fought in World War II, and of growing up in Minnesota. Ice blocking in particular.
Has anyone else gone ice blocking? If you haven't...you should! It's like sledding, only in the summer. Find a nice steep grassy hill. Buy or make a big block of ice, big enough to sit on and at least 6-8 inches thick. Place an old hand towel on the top and sit on the towel. Then slide down the hill on your block of ice. The towel will fuse onto the block of ice and create a sort of seat. You'll get wet and dirty and bruised and it's great fun.
We went out for a quick swim this afternoon. The water was crystal clear. Eric found a few mismatched beach shoes and a pair of underwear.
We looked up the kids' birthstones out of curiosity. I happen to have a loose aquamarine that fell out of a ring. Now it's become Inga and Ivy's, unofficially, as it's their birth stone. Zari was pleased that she had a choice between pink tourmaline (no pink for her!) and opal.
Dinner was yellow curry with chicken and vegetables and a raspberry tart. Three loaves of sourdough are "napping" in the fridge overnight. I bought the tart as it was less expensive to buy than to make myself. I'm trying to figure out how that can be: why is it more expensive to buy the raw ingredients than to buy a pre-made tart, paying for all of the processing and labor and refrigerated transportation? What's going wrong in our food system that either makes the tart unusually inexpensive or the ingredients overpriced?
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