What is Up with the Noise Level? in Everyday Ramblings

As today is a holiday the buses are running less frequently and with inexperienced drivers. To get to the studio to teach this morning I had to leave early and so I brought my camera with me. It was a high glare morning and this is the best of the texture shots I got.

I have finally admitted that my four-year-old Nikon point and shoot needs to be replaced. Sigh. Everyday there are more and more reasons (all financial) not to retire early.

The bus ride was quite the thing. There were 10 young men, I’d say in the 18 to 25 range and then a couple older guys, all drug addicts from a halfway house going to some sort of court mandated rehab something or other. Based on their loud detailed conversation, no swear words were used, (but descriptions of sex in various public bathrooms were offered) I can now tell you the protocol for basically every county on the tri-cities area for processing drug users… Talk about too much information…

Then I got off the bus and some guy was using a leaf blower and then there were the bottle recyclers and their shopping carts…

It was like heaven to reach the studio and teach a relaxed restorative class to the two dedicated (but admittedly tired) students that arrived. As soon as we finished class the owner of the building who I had seen peak into the studio through the back window started his own leaf blower.

S. and her delightful poodle Frieda and I all went for a walk out by the cemetery where Mr. Finch is buried yesterday morning. It was misty so we didn’t stay out for as long as we wanted to. I did strap my Fitbit on S. and we were finally able to monitor her heart rate a bit. She was intrigued and I believe she will buy her own shortly. We stopped for coffee and hot chocolate and dog biscuits at a comfortable but serious coffee house in a hip older neighborhood neither of us spend much time in.

Then Kes and Most Honorable came up and because of some confusion about what day it was and the schedule of the casual Mexican restaurant we all like so much they ended up hanging around for almost three hours playing with the cats and chatting. Poor Kes didn’t bring any knitting because they thought they would only be here for oh say forty-five minutes and Diego would be sure to try to, umm, help.

The cats were very happy with all the attention.

We all went to bed absurdly early after they left, to mollify Toad and help prepare for the week ahead.

The devout but bigoted woman (she has truly offensive to me bumper stickers on her car) with the shoe polish looking dyed black hair that takes care of the fundamentalist church across the way has finally put away her old power mower.

They are a frugal congregation.

I am heading off to teach my second class of the day and get some errands done along the way. I should have at least a couple of students…but I am holding out no hope for a serene journey.

Last updated September 08, 2015