Mother arrives tomorrow. A week with mother. I think this could be a good thing. I don't want her having to stay in this filthy hippie commune that I call home so we're staying at a hotel most of the nights. At least Mom can handle seeing these hippies. My Dad would go into a lecture the second we walked back onto the street. "I mean, those people are WEIRD, honey."
Anyhow, on the agenda (and yes, I created an excel spreadsheet), is Chinatown, Little Italy, the Statue of Liberty, a trip to Woodstock to see the hippies I actually enjoy, Morton's for dinner, Central Park, St. Patrick's Cathedral for mass, rooftop brunch, and exhaustion. I did insert exhaustion as an activity because you have to make time for that. You have to be realistic.
I have been on an eating mission from hell. No matter what, I can't seem to get things under control. I tried a juice cleanse last week that tasted like dirt and left me completely spacey. Some claim to feel "clear-headed" afterwards. I say, of course, you're drinking nothing but sugar water all day! Anyhow, this week with Mom will involve much food so I guess I should think about beginning my diet next week.
Off to bed. Mother arrives tomorrow!
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