Better All Around in Everyday Ramblings

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Things are better. I think everyone that was so inclined to, left town. I noticed a decrease in insane traffic Friday afternoon and it has continued so far through the weekend. Oh the things we take for granted, to get from Point A to Point B in a relatively predictable amount of time.

I walked with S. and Frieda (my bad, I forgot to bring a dog biscuit, a fact that did not go unnoticed by my canine friend but I think she forgave me) yesterday morning after Weight Watchers and talked to her a bit about my abysmal experience with the rain and the grocery.

She normally shops at that store, so she volunteered to take me up there in her fuel-efficient hybrid car after yoga on Wednesday and then bring me home. The store is actually less than a mile from our church so this is not too much out of the way for her. Plus she has taken to hiking with the trail club on Wednesday morning and would like to have her car after class on those days so she doesn’t need to walk home. And after class the traffic will be better, not ideal but better.

The rest of the day yesterday after coming home from the thronged Farmers Market was lovely, I puttered, made the batter for the Mason Jar Bread Pudding (it has no fat in it) and a big batch of brown rice to match with lentils and beans later in the week and cleaned and stored the produce I brought home.

Someone mentioned at the meeting about how much she is enjoying cold water infused with mint and cucumber and I tried that too. Yum.

Kes and Most Honorable spent the day in Seattle yesterday helping Miss E. and her mother with many domestic tasks they haven’t had time for all year and they got to hear the story of what happened in France. Apparently it is just sad, not dramatic and no real harm done other than the cost of those 9 days in Paris and the ticket home.

Miss E. spent some time in the pea patch garden she used to maintain with her grandmother before she became too ill to continue. This is quite touching to the rest of us, after the trauma of my sister’s cancer and rapid decline that her granddaughter is still honoring one of her passions.

There are subtle signs that Miss E. (who is my great niece) will be channeling more of my sister in the years to come than we could have dreamed of.

I went for a sweaty walk this morning up the hill behind me listening to the end of the Gene book. I made it to the epilogue before my phone battery punked out.

I might be interested to some degree in the fact because the labs at where I work do much of the gene sequencing that he mentions but it is a wonderful and thought provoking book I can’t recommend highly enough.

Although I have a spontaneous genetic anomaly in my apocrine glands that has led to much suffering I wouldn’t trade it for a more normative sweat delivery system. The fact of that suffering has made me a person who fully inhabits her body with awareness and consistently motivated to be active, something most folks I know are not.

And in a round about way it is why I practice yoga. (…Also to some extent why I am so introverted.)

And yoga helps me be as active as I am in a functional way that accepts that I have arthritis in my hips and less energy than I used to and allows me to be active in spite of that.

So let us celebrate our shared humanity and celebrate too our differences.

Diego seems to think my hips are just fine thank you very much. He is currently curled up against my left one snoring occasionally and keeping one ear active for sensory information about whatever his brother is doing with the pile of tissue paper out in the other room…

Last updated June 26, 2016