Less Than Perfect. Oh Yeah in Everyday Ramblings

I have discovered that tart cherry juice (apparently good for overuse inflammation) and vodka are a nice pairing. :)

This is sort of an anti-glamour shot of the red cottage. As far as I know it was not moved. Of course now it is sinking so unless they shore it up… I’d love to find out more about the folks that have lived here over time. There is a lovely half block community garden across the street and the aerial tram goes right over the middle of the street it faces. Old and new, that’s the way of it.

I continue to be intoxicated (with no hangover) with my history project. I have the third poem in my head in the series I have been working on that features a contemporary mother with a young boy contemplating the past and the future and my favorite right now, a young Italian woman who lives in the white house with red trim and is infatuated with one of the boarders in her father’s house above the store where the rail line comes off the trestle over the gulch.

The Spanish flu is menacing the population and a body lives for the moment in1918.

Oh speaking of hangovers, I went to a networking event last night for work; this is a User’s Group for Oracle. I work with Oracle, it is one of the main things I do. It was in a lovely garden room with a retractable roof in a very high-end deli across town.

I really really did not want to go but one of my students was organizing it so I felt compelled. It was hot out. The food was amazing! Wow. And underappreciated by the small turnout I must say. I work for an organization that has 14,000 employees and I was the only one there. It was mostly consultants and contractors hungry for work.

My student picked the house drink, which was a lovely not too intoxicating gin fizz. Last year he had sidecars and I believe there was, umm, a little untoward inebriation.

I just had one drink and managed to be found by a very knowledgeable consultant who used to work for Oracle and grew up in the Bay Area so it wasn’t too torturous. But what I did end up with was a social hangover.

I love this idea of just saying to myself and anyone who will listen (about my insecurities) “I’m too old for this!” And that is a fact. I am.

My student though went around introducing me by saying, “This is Noko, and she’s my yoga teacher. “ I could kiss him for that except he is gay and his husband runs jealous and is also my student.

One of the women, rail thin, and fashionable, a consultant that he introduced me to had a child who had a blood cancer and was treated on the unit I teach on for three years on and off. She didn’t really want to talk about the experience but she was so amazed and grateful I was doing this. Her child, by the way, is doing fine.

And the sequence I flubbed a bit on Monday, I taught seamlessly on Tuesday.

Learn by doing. At least I am trying new things.

Tomorrow after work we hammer out all the details of the maternity leave studio yoga class subbing I am doing starting in two weeks.

And Saturday I am going to Salem to visit Jack and Leo and Kes and Most Honorable.

They purchased a Fitbit Surge per my request this week at REI and I am looking forward to diving into yet another new piece of technology. I have been wearing an activity monitor for two and a half years but I think this will take me up a significant notch.

I love metrics. Even though I don’t write my poems in any sort of traditional rhythm.

I believe I may have my own.

Last updated August 14, 2015