berry riff

There's a restaurant in Colorado that serves the most amazing oatmeal on its breakfast menu. It comes in a huge bowl, topped with raspberries and blueberries with milk, golden raisins, brown sugar and crunchy granola on the side. It's not just oatmeal; it's a do-it-your-way culinary event. I have my own version going this morning with fresh raspberries and blueberries in mine. I only regret making a cup instead of a cup-and-a-half. I ordered decaf yesterday, so I'm drinking half-caff, in case anyone wants to congratulate me on that piece of self-care.

Berries are one of the best parts of summer and spring. I am also partial to iced coffee and cool breezes, t-shirts and sockless shoes. Mmmm, the oatmeal is just so delicious. Deepak Chopra says that oatmeal is a sure-fire comfort food for my body type. I am convinced he is right.

I have a date tomorrow night, and I'm as excited as if it was the first one in my life. I hired a babysitter who sounds very sweet and kind. I'm wondering if this is her first babysitting job ever, but she's fifteen, and I get a good feeling about her. Is it in When Harry Met Sally that an older woman says, I knew, the way you know about a good melon? We are going to a fancy French restaurant for dessert and decaf, and then we're hitting the jazz club down the street. I have dreamed of going to a jazz club since I was sixteen years old and I'm going now for the first time. I plan to weep with joy.