All I Know. Not Much. in Everyday Ramblings

It took a measuring tape, a saw and over three hours but I now have a perfectly installed brand new stainless steel electric stove. It is, of course, way too hot to cook anything. It was over 100 here yesterday (38 C) to try it but the clock works. :)

The cats were not happy about their incarceration but as soon as they realized I was staying in with them (as I was working) they settled down for the duration.

Apparently we are having a big Flugtag event here tomorrow, there are massive preparations going on down by the river I noticed when I walked over to the East Side on Wednesday night.

I had to ask Saint Joe what it was but of course it makes perfect sense we would host crazy flying contraptions here. I am sure there are folks all over the area today in mad preparation.

S. and I were going to go walkies last night but she texted me midday to say it was too hot. It was and I was massively relieved that she bailed. I went to a Weight Watchers meeting the night before but the real reason for the long hot sweaty walk was to go to the bird store.

Keeping water out for all the animals (yes at this point even the raccoons and possums) is the most important thing but I went through my last 5 gallon jug of no mess bird food remarkably fast and was almost out.

It was an interesting exercise in dealing with irritation and frustration when I got there and the store had closed about a half hour before. I didn’t think to check until I was already over there because who closes at 6PM?

So after that whole extravaganza I was happy to stay home last night and finish reading the book of poems Count the Waves I have from the library by Sandra Beasley. It is pretty good, real poetry. From me that is high praise. There is a poem called Halloween about a woman putting on her Sexy Pirate that is funny and touching and was totally appropriate in terms of the body love topic at Weight Watchers this week.

After I finished the book and did a little yoga the sun was behind the West Hills I went out and walked the track for an hour and listened to a Jack Kornfield talk. He is so skilled at that! As a teacher I have much to learn from him.

Speaking of teaching, I mentioned to Nimrod who was leaving work on his bicycle about a month ago as I was walking to teach with my yoga mat that he should come to class. It was a thing I say in passing to pretty much everyone I know without thinking because I know the class will be helpful to most every body.

I thought Mr. Fine China might come to one of my classes about 18 months ago, which was one of the underlying motivations to get back in touch with him. He knows a lot of people because he can be extremely charming and in my deluded way I thought he might be a resource for referrals. Although I worked with him privately on his neck and shoulders a bit he never expressed any interest whatsoever in my classes. Nada, zero, zilch.

So I was astonished when Nimrod asked for location information and times for my class a few days later. Three weeks ago he came to my class. The only thing I can figure is that because a few other folks I work with (or have worked with recently like my now former IT guy) come he thought maybe it was a manger-ly thing to do?

Last week he emailed and said he couldn’t come and I thought well that is the end of that. But as I am always asking for suggestions of things folks what to work on last week I got an email from him asking if we could work on hip flexibility.

He came back.

And yesterday in the office he was telling me that afterwards his hips were sore and his legs were shaking at the end of class. I taught a variation on what I call my “boy hip” class. (In case you haven’t noticed boys are structured a bit differently than girls in the hip box:). There was no pigeon, no king dancer, no back wheel, all poses young flexible women love. I noticed the two other men in the class were kind of punking out towards the end by starting a pose and dropping out of it.

Wow, learn by doing. I was thinking what I was showing was pretty easy. I am glad he shared that it was a challenge with me. I had been concerned that he, mister big truck, big sky, gun totting pit bull man was going to think my class was a bit little old lady.

Someday I will also describe the Mrs. Quill effect at work too. There is actually one person that comes to my class secretly so that Mrs. Quill (who has it in for me) won’t find out.

Have I mentioned lately that my job is totally bizarre???

The above apartment building, which now sits right next to a busy street, was built in 1913. A number of cats live there. For now that is all I know.

Last updated July 31, 2015