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It's a rare evening that I can't easily fall asleep. I was tired an hour ago, but to no avail. So perhaps instead I'll tell you about my day.
I woke up late, having been up late last night. My friend Marty came over and custom installed a cabinet in my bathroom, then helped me to take apart and throw away the futon and frame in the room to become my office. I had that frame since I think was about 19 years old. It's had a lot of mileage, seen a lot of places as I moved around quite a bit before settling in where I reside now. I suppose it's not surprising that it did not come apart easily. No matter, it's gone now and I can finally start the task of rearranging that room and inhabit it for the first time. It's strange to live somewhere for 10 years and yet not lay claim to a room. I've never had it for my own use before. What an adventure it will be.
Having experienced a little bit of emotional turbulance post-holiday, karma blissfully kicked in for me. I received an email about a holistic spa called Spring which held an open house today. So I rang my friend Jessica and we headed over together. I was treated to free 15 minute sessions in reiki, yoga, astrological chart analysis, laser hair removal, and a lovely fruit salad. Afterwards, we by chance saw a hot dog vendor selling soy dogs. Jessica and I both being vegetarian, we squeed with delight at the first time in our lives being able to buy a hot dog from a street vendor. Never mind that it wasn't the tastiest I'd ever had. We chatted about our experiences and parted ways happily. I walked home across town, enjoying the weather for a change. Free is good, and the health and well-being focus was a nice counterbalance. Am now trying to figure out a way to create a space to pick up my yoga practise again. It felt so good to stretch and breathe.
A few things are still on my mind. The work ahead to create the class I'll be teaching in the fall, rearranging my flat, a person named P, a bank account suffering the ill effects of overspending, the mysterious fact that my trousers are all loose yet the number on the scale has not budged, persistent low blood sugars all evening long that keeps me getting up to the fridge for juice, all the work I need to do in the next few weeks for the next episode of Snapecast.
I had a dream while in Florida that I found a box of hatchlings. At first I thought they were birds, then cats. Then I saw they were baby monsters. One was bigger than the other. Grinning and innocent and needy. I pet it lovingly but looked at the others so small and hungry and told myself I needed to put the big one away before it caused some damage, and not to neglect the littler ones. Such good advice my unconscious bestows upon me.
Happy Sunday, flist.
I woke up late, having been up late last night. My friend Marty came over and custom installed a cabinet in my bathroom, then helped me to take apart and throw away the futon and frame in the room to become my office. I had that frame since I think was about 19 years old. It's had a lot of mileage, seen a lot of places as I moved around quite a bit before settling in where I reside now. I suppose it's not surprising that it did not come apart easily. No matter, it's gone now and I can finally start the task of rearranging that room and inhabit it for the first time. It's strange to live somewhere for 10 years and yet not lay claim to a room. I've never had it for my own use before. What an adventure it will be.
Having experienced a little bit of emotional turbulance post-holiday, karma blissfully kicked in for me. I received an email about a holistic spa called Spring which held an open house today. So I rang my friend Jessica and we headed over together. I was treated to free 15 minute sessions in reiki, yoga, astrological chart analysis, laser hair removal, and a lovely fruit salad. Afterwards, we by chance saw a hot dog vendor selling soy dogs. Jessica and I both being vegetarian, we squeed with delight at the first time in our lives being able to buy a hot dog from a street vendor. Never mind that it wasn't the tastiest I'd ever had. We chatted about our experiences and parted ways happily. I walked home across town, enjoying the weather for a change. Free is good, and the health and well-being focus was a nice counterbalance. Am now trying to figure out a way to create a space to pick up my yoga practise again. It felt so good to stretch and breathe.
A few things are still on my mind. The work ahead to create the class I'll be teaching in the fall, rearranging my flat, a person named P, a bank account suffering the ill effects of overspending, the mysterious fact that my trousers are all loose yet the number on the scale has not budged, persistent low blood sugars all evening long that keeps me getting up to the fridge for juice, all the work I need to do in the next few weeks for the next episode of Snapecast.
I had a dream while in Florida that I found a box of hatchlings. At first I thought they were birds, then cats. Then I saw they were baby monsters. One was bigger than the other. Grinning and innocent and needy. I pet it lovingly but looked at the others so small and hungry and told myself I needed to put the big one away before it caused some damage, and not to neglect the littler ones. Such good advice my unconscious bestows upon me.
Happy Sunday, flist.
