Happy Happy Equinox in Everyday Ramblings

This very recent photo has a kind of Easter like feel to it. Spring is unfolding here so fast this year because it is a bit warmer than normal. Well at least in the afternoons. It was freezing at dawn this morning. The tree down the block that was in full bloom last week is already pushing out those deep rich red leaves and leaving pink blossoms all over the sidewalk and street.

The tree a few blocks further on with the mix of snow and white blossoms a couple of weeks ago is covered now in unfurling new green leaves. The daffodils are fading and abundant.

I am taking a day off. A much needed day off. And to my amazement and surprise we have sun. The rain will be back for a week tomorrow so I feel like I need to revel in what I can while the reveling is good. There is even a snowflake in the forecast for Saturday even as it is expected it will be above freezing in most of the area.

Saturday, the day of our local March For Our Lives; I got my Not One More T-shirt on Friday. And my Not One More sign to carry during the march but I fear there will be more school shootings before we make the changes that need to be made. It poured for the whole time I was out for the Women’s March. I’ll just bundle up this weekend.

I have this little “Accountability Circle” going via text about my weight. Mrs. Sherlock and Kes and I are all exchanging our weights on Saturday mornings. I am still struggling with mine since stopping going to Weight Watchers meetings. But I am determined.

When Mrs. Sherlock fell at the dog park a few weeks back she needed a few stiches in her forehead and in the process of getting her care they weighed her. She is feeling motivated to making simple changes on a day to day basis that don’t involve a sense of deprivation but are healthier so she was pumped when we saw each other last Saturday and she had lost 3 lbs. Kes and I are talking about our individual challenges.

After I saw the Physical Therapist on Friday Most Honoarable did a little research on my genetic “issue” because he would really like to help me solve the problem of why even though I want to ride my bike (and get a new lighter weight one) it is so effortful for me. He found out that folks that suffer from this condition often present with metabolic syndrome.

So my struggle with my weight may have a strong biological imperative, which honestly is how I feel because as you all know I am (disgustingly) disciplined about most things I do that are healthy.

So when I signed up for my massage online I read the massage therapist’s bio but nowhere in that bio did it mention that the person was a man. So it was a bit of a surprise.

How would you feel about that? I’ve had massages by men before, not often but they have been fine. Once when I was at a spa in Calistoga I ended up getting a massage from an incredibly gifted teacher who was filling in for someone and that was actually the best massage I have ever had in my life. My voice dropped three registers after it and I was in an altered state for hours.

But this was weird. I was expecting a women, he was a few minutes late and the table was wonky unstable until the break where he had me get up (put my robe on) and sit there while he fixed it. I won’t be choosing him again. Still that said, the massage was good and I got what I needed from it. But bleh.

My back is so much better. It is like a miracle. I can feel it saying, now wait, aren’t I supposed to hurt at this juncture??? But it doesn’t.

I realize how incredibly lucky I am to have found this physical therapist and to be willing to do the short amount of work required to keep my back happy each day…

There is a reason I practice yoga… :) Besides having big fun classes like last night where we pretended we were starfish…

Last updated March 20, 2018