But Still... in Everyday Ramblings

We are in the middle of full-blown summer here though now there are undeniable signs of fall everywhere, near and far. It was 93 (33°C) yesterday afternoon but at least there was a bit of a breeze. I made myself wear a hat and carefully planned my walking route to be in the shade as much as possible and to avoid exposure to traffic frustration. Other than forgetting to wear earplugs it was an enjoyable trek.

I listened to this fascinating podcast about hearing loss in the military yesterday, it is way more prevalent than I had considered in this noisy big world.

Saint Joe was out a couple of days this week. He had a mole removed from above his eyebrow and had a bad reaction to the local anesthetic.

I was struggling to do his job and mine while still feeling tired from the surgery last week. We now get the award for a team with the most stitches above the neck at any given time.

My mood was one of long suffering irritation and annoyance and then I started thinking about what these folks go through in the military (not considering the morality of war) to protect my way of life. That gave me a sense of perspective and the walk after work and my hair cut also helped stabilize my mood.

There is a “new” mentally ill guy in our neighborhood. I was happy to see that yesterday he was not sitting with the pet sized polar tech blanket over his head as I had seen him before. Yesterday he was on the short connecting trail off the hill behind my place, sitting on a bracing log with his shirt off in some sort of meditative trance, the blanket around his feet.

This is the second time I have seen him on that trail. I don’t know where he is sleeping. I have seen him on a bench at the track and heading towards the restrooms over there. He is unusually quiet and off in his own world.

I have plans to walk with S tomorrow. I am sure she will have suggestions for interacting with him if that comes into play. He is clearly choosing a location to hang out that is as private as one can get in public and the blanket over the head reminds me of Stella who firmly believed that if she couldn’t see you, you not only couldn’t see her but you basically didn’t exist.

It must be so hard to not have a place to call your own for whatever reason.

Tomorrow night is the birthday party I bought the dress for. It will be female heavy as well, 80th birthday parties are wont to be. But there will be a swing band and it is not hard for me to get people to talk to me about their physical woes because I spend so much time in class addressing them. :)

Right now I am preparing a class to teach next week on how to live with and mitigate Plantar Fasciitis (or heel spurs).

On Wednesday I taught a very gentle class on proper positioning of the neck. I have a new student, a very nice guy who is getting treatment for cancer and he carries a lot of tension in his neck. He is a Qigong instructor. I know he suffered a loss in his family recently too. That is a lot to deal with. I learned more subtlety as I as was preparing for the class.

There is no end to the layers of subtlety one can tap into in yoga if one is curious.

I adore my students. They each bring something special into the room and then together they create this vital entity that is of them but more than them.

Yesterday my hair person asked me when I can retire and I said oh as soon as I can! I enjoy my life, the teaching, my family and friends, activity, and creative pursuits…work just gets in the way!

Granted this was a difficult week, and I am grateful to be employed but still…

Last updated July 30, 2016