RIP

King Charles Strawberry - Mulberry Jam
April 2006 - December 2006

Made from berries picked at the homestead,
enjoyed by lucky enthusiasts around the country.

Eat Your Yoga

If you were to plot my yoga life, it would look like a bell curve. Currently, I am on the tail end working my way backwards towards a more regular practice. Yesterday morning I went to a yoga class at Yoga Shala in Five Points. The schedule said it was a Level 1 and 2 class so I assumed it would be a combination of the gentle to moderate stretching I was craving to ease my muscles and my mind.

I walked into the class and the teacher was in a headstand, which should have been my first warning. I hadn't brought my own mat because I couldn't find it as I raced out the door at 8:00 am on a Saturday morning. So I stood around feeling awkward--the same feeling as when you are waiting for someone to finish a private conversation. I did not want to disturb her pose, but I also needed to know where the mats were, whether I needed to fill out any paperwork as a first-timer to the studio, and how to pay. I found the mats, the sign-in sheet, and the offering bowl on my own and settled into a corner, measuring an arm's length distance to the wall.

As the class start grew nearer, people were packing in. Before I knew it, I was six inches from the wall and from my closest neighbor. Thirteen sardine yogis, with the teacher promising a gentle class to close out the year.

After a few brief moments of sitting quietly, we started right in with standing forward bend into downward dog and plank. The teacher kept instructing us to find the "yummy" and "delicious" place in our hips while in downward dog. We made our way through alot of poses, many of which I would consider advanced: cobra, camel, pigeon, one legged king pigeon, dolphin, sideways plank, multiple versions of warrior, triangle, and other sideways twists. And eventually, some folks in the class were doing headstands!

I was angry, and there is no place in yoga for anger. This was not a level 1 and 2 class. This was a level 2 and 3 class. I was not feeling yummy, I was feeling gipped. Standing behind the class, the teacher told us we looked beautiful but all I could see from wide angle standing forward bend was my neighbors crotch six inches from my face. I did not feel beautiful. I went to yoga class to feel good and to feel good about my body, but all I was feeling was frustration, the tremble in my legs, and my sweaty t-shirt.

To be fair, 10 of the 13 people in the class were regulars and I know that often times yoga classes evolve to meet the needs of the regular students. However, I think it would have been nice had the class been correctly advertised. When I woke up this morning, my hamstrings and my neck and shoulders were not delicious, they were painful.

Tonight we are going to a gentle yoga class, which will hopefully unwind yesterday's efforts.

Haiku #1

Frozen grass crunches
Like glassy shards underfoot
Until the sun rises

It's coming

Christmas is coming, we are prepared. See...



Our little tree makes the room shine!

Good News

Exam results are posted! I am a happy camper, I held an A in every class through exams. Jan 4th we start over again, after that I'm off to college with a big "C".

:)

Weekend Update

No, not the Dennis Miller kind of update. It is our project update. Kate and I got back on our “housework horse” this weekend. Kate did a great job painting the guest bathroom trim while I struggled with the master bath trim. My finish work needs help, probably even lessons…



Remember this? The back of our house never did look very nice, I think you could've called it ugly. Perhaps it was the vent pipe, the old window, or the dilapidated door. I decided it was in the best interest of the house to lay down my brush before I inflicted damage that couldn’t be undone. I decided to do something more suited to my abilities. You guessed it, DEMO! Yep, I made a covered patio yesterday.



Check out the new digs. It really made a change in the appearance and feel of our backyard. Once the shed is moved closer to the property line near the back of our yard we’ll be able to enjoy an unobstructed view of our entire yard, even in the rain!

Yearly Dilemma

As the mail goes, this isn’t any different than other time of the year. Or is it? Christmas will be upon us very soon and before you know it Santa will be on the run delivering gifts. Today we received two packages on our doorstep, probably not from Santa. Any other time of year I would have ripped into them, but not this time of year. They don’t feel or sound like food. I think one package contains a pair of socks, not sure about the other. I generally follow the rules but it is so hard to leave new packages unopened. Should I open them or not… We’ll wait for Kate to help with this decision. I think I know what she’ll say.