A Twist of Things to Come

As much fun as it can be to laze about in bed half the day (especially accompanied) there is something really cool about hitting the ground running.

I've been taking the hubby to work in the mornings this week, and it generally leaves me free to do stuff. Today it was a mondo food shopping run. I still need a couple of things that they carry at the store near my Beloved's office, so we'll stop buy there when I pick him up. I also need to hit Whole Foods, but I'm going to wait until evening and walk.

Yesterday morning was our park day, and there was just something evocative about it. The sun and shade, the smell of loamy dirt, hot playground equipment and sweaty children -- something about it just reminded me of hundreds of summer days. Mostly hot days when school was still in, and we got an hour or so to run around like wild animals in the middle of the school day. Or, my second grade 'field day' which was just a day when you weren't allowed to go back inside the school at all, except for regular potty times. They even gave us sack lunches from the cafeteria. Golly, that was miserable. I guess it wasn't like yesterday at all, then, except the heat. And being locked out of our place by accident, which amounted to nothing more than a tiny inconvenience.

I brought the rest of Big Boy's cake to the park, and everyone had a piece. There's still some left. Luckily it was good.

The lady in our homeschool group who teaches yoga is starting up a group of just us, to do yoga at another lady's house. I'm so excited! She even sent me a private message yesterday about discussing some of my physical issues with her teacher to come up with some strategies to help me. She suggested a do a kidney cleanse (kit available at whole foods) and drink a glass of pure cranberry juice a day, lots of water (way ahead on the water suggestion) and coconut water. I just know this is going to be wonderful. I think I'm really ready to embrace the whole mind/body/spirit alignment that yoga is all about. (I know how crunchy granola that sounds, but it's true.)

Speaking of Granola... I have a cool recipe and I think I'm going to make some today. Mmm, granola.

Funny thing, at the grocery store, I kept running into this busy worker there. He stopped to help me wrestle off a produce bag. He said, "You've got to show it who's boss!" Then later he was rushing down the aisle and I stepped back to let him pass, and he said something funny, like, "Don't shrink back, you've got every right to be there. Be a woman and tell the world you've got its number."

I can only assume that my body language was unusually timid, for some reason. I know it was. The funny thing about that is that it's a total put-on. I don't even do it consciously anymore. It's not s true reflection of who I am on the inside, it's a suit I wear to walk among strangers. I'm only just beginning to see it for what it is.

Then the radio played "A Horse with No Name" by America, which got a lot of radio play on the American base radio station when we lived in Germany. I was under three years old, but I remember running to listen by mom's radio. That thing had a hundred dials. Before I knew it I was singing along with the la-las just like I did back then.



It's just a really good day. :)