Hand Painted Good News in Everyday Ramblings

I know there is glare and it is a little blurry but you get a sense of the bright blooming Crape (Crepe, I am seeing it spelled both ways) Myrtle here against the freshly painted blue house. A number of houses, (I think five), including the student accommodations with paper-thin walls across the street, are in the process of getting new paint jobs. The place across the street, which is beat up from years of students with pets living in it looks good. The one pictured here has teenagers living in it with a gray and white girl cat that is the sister of Leandro, a very handsome fellow that lives two doors down that planted the idea firmly in my mind that gray cats are the way to go.

I am so suggestible. :)

Good news, and funny too, about my newspaper. The one I splurge on and get once a week and share with my family. My upstairs neighbor gets his local paper delivered at the same time by the same people. He’s a tall guy. Yesterday I ran in to him and thanked him for calling about the missing paper. He told me that he had figured out that the papers were in fact here, no one had taken them; they are up on the second floor balcony!

And they are. When I was out this morning I could see them. The person that lives in that front upstairs apartment must be traveling.

We are having a lot of fun with our Fitbits. It is a change. I was pretty attached to my previous Weight Watchers activity monitor because, ummm, it worked. I lost the weight I wanted to and have kept it off now for almost 2 years. There were things that were annoying about the old one though, like those days where one got oh say, 19 minutes of High Intensity activity instead of 20 and therefore no checkmark.

This heart rate monitoring feature is most helpful in terms of truly measuring one’s effort. And I am a person who likes to have her effort acknowledged now and then. Even if it is electronic. I like the badges! I mean this is a person who wrote on 750 Words 1,000 days in a row just to get that Flying Squirrel…

I do still write there but now it is more when I want to or have something specific I’d like to remember.

My Monday class was much better last night. We practiced twists. I always have gentle twists in my classes but this was a twist-focused extravaganza. We all learned a bunch. In two weeks I start subbing the studio class and will be all yoga all the time for a few months there. I am just warning you.

I am reading the fascinating book called “The Goddess Pose”, which is a popular biography for the extraordinary Indra Devi who lived to 103. The biographer is not above interjecting an opinion now and then. Based on the circles Devi traveled in the author mentioned that she didn’t think she ever once cleaned a toilet in all those years.

The book is engaging and interesting as a history as well as a book about the odd and serendipitous route what we now call yoga came to the West. All this was taking place during the time the houses that are getting painted in my neighborhood were built so I get this web of connections and events feeding each other.

The idea of “physical culture” intrigues me as a person who grew up with none. All the culture in my house was intellectual, though my mother was interested vaguely in yoga in the late sixties before she became ill.

It is going to be hot hot hot here today. I feel for those painters out in the heat and the thousands of firefighters out on the job.

Last updated August 18, 2015