Well, folks, I’m off to the farm for a week. I am chaperoning a trip to Jameson Ranch Camp where I will be milking cows, feeding pigs, and killing chickens, just to name a few things. Hopefully I’ll come back with knowledge on how to can tomatoes, make apple sauce, and care for animals on a farm. I promise to take lots of photos, especially of the horses I am going to ride and the sleeping porches in which I will reside.
Wish me luck, and I’ll see you again on Friday!
Ivy is taking over our house.
Last night I asked Jeff if he thought I should go to yoga this morning. I explained my reasons for and against, and after a pause, he said, “No pain, no gain.” I’d have to agree. So I got up at 5:30 this morning and headed to the gym with a bag full of who knows what (towel remember, extra shoes, even deodorant) and went to yoga.
Here are my problems with Monday morning yoga:
1. My teacher was a talker. He even told us we should drink a bottle of water on an empty stomach once a day.
2. My teacher also left the lights on. What? Do I really need you to SEE me whilst I am doing elbow plank?
3. My teacher liked to do poses for a looonnnng time. (I cannot do side plank for two minutes, as it turns out.)
4. My teacher did not do very many vinyasas between poses, which meant I was left shifting from Warrior 1 and one side and the next without any real flow…not good, as my other teacher’s word of the week is “Flow.”
Overall, I did appreciate the yoga, but I think I might switch to Monday morning swimming, if this same teacher is going to continue. I personally like yoga in the dark, and I love to feel the flow through my body as I go from pose to pose. This class felt more like an introduction to yoga and its poses. We’ll see how the schedule looks next week…
waking up before your alarm. ten minutes to nine. first stop: kitchen. waffles, with the neighbor. attempted Amish Friendship bread: failure leading to tomato, onion, cheese omelet. one failed waffle. five good ones. bacon. breakfast as a family, four become one. dishes with your boyfriend. a clean kitchen. house alone. breathe in, breathe out. smooth legs, smooth summer sun. strapping your yoga mat to your b a c k. a bike ride. yoga. s t r e t c h i n g. triangle pose. raise your hand if you’re having fun. giggles abound. Brett Dennen and Alex Murdoch. Amoeba music. Five new CDS. Matt Nathanson, times two. Joshua Radin. Carbon Leaf. Lady Antebellum. Love. b a c k o n y o u r b i k e. home. a quiet house. Barbara Kingslover. finally finishing Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. summer sun still high. peppermint tea. sweatshirts. photos uploaded. PW Challenge ready to be tackled. three more recipes. hours with a friend who can make me giggle when giggling seems a cardinal sin.
life and love, all messy, most of the time.