Whatever Works in Everyday Ramblings

It is hard not to feel that we have been blessed with the best gift in the world, we have sun! The ground is (mostly) dry. All the puddles that have become such a known part of the local terrain are gone gone gone. It may be a false spring but it is most welcome. I took this shot yesterday midday as I was taking my lunch break wandering around with the camera. I knew exactly where to go to look for color and the play of light. It was hard to rein myself back in and finish the workday.

Things are going well but I admit to being a little blue. I think it is in and of the body, the blue. I am still taking antibiotics and although the swelling is now basically only visible to me, the bruising is still apparent. It looks like I ate a bunch of very dark chocolate (or dirt) and forgot to wash my face or that I have a very bad boyfriend indeed.

I can kind of sort of chew if I am very careful on my right side. No matter what I eat I don’t seem to be able to experience a sensation of being full. Soup and pudding and smoothies are all wonderful but…

Last night after class I came home and with this little tiny spoon ate about a third of a quart of the chocolate soy dream ice cream sort of thing. The cats were all confused. Why is mom standing at the kitchen counter with that dazed look on her face scooping stuff that doesn’t interest us at all into her mouth?

I was tired and wanted to talk about my class and well mostly I was just tired.

The class I teach in is a classroom by day. They have folding tables and stacked plastic and metal chairs. The Program Coordinator told me not to worry about calling the maintenance chief to have the tables folded and stacked against the walls., that she would take care of it. She also asked if I could get there early.

When I got there one of the sextons was vacuuming and I mentioned to him about the tables that were just shoved against the walls and I knew we were early but were they going to be able to fold them up? He sighed and said it was a lot of work and no one had mentioned it.

He got on his walkie talkie and another sexton showed up, the bigger one, and he started, and I am not exaggerating, throwing the tables on the floor and violently slamming the legs together and then picking them up and shoving then against the wall. Wow.

It was like watching a big menacing toddler have a hissy fit.

Later it turns out the coordinator had an appointment with someone who had been involved in a car accident earlier in the day and her whole schedule was disrupted although luckily no one was hurt badly.

I found it hard to manage that energy. I basically have been supporting those sextons for a year. They did tell me that communication was less than ideal and I totally believe that. It is a church after all.

There were 16 students and they were wonderful. We did twists and we had plenty of room. But I was tired and a bit distracted and wasn’t able to enjoy myself as much as I would have liked. It was the lunar New Year, the year of the monkey and I had them do half-splits on a chair (hanumanasana) and that was pretty funny.

The trick with some of these poses is not to think about it too much.

I am so happy the sun is out and so happy I am healing. I certainly hope the next stop on this train is one with a better mood…

Maybe I’ll do the energy building depression practice again today.

Or I could just eat another third of the quart of soy ice cream…

Hey, whatever works.

Last updated February 10, 2016