In The Middle

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Earlier This Week

I cut a bunch of herbs from the garden and picked the chili peppers.  It was going to rain you know.  And if you live here, well, then you know.  It rained.  A lot.  Like a bunch.  So much, it flooded the lounge area of the yoga studio, again.  I spent this morning using a shop vac, sucking water out of an Indian inspired rug.  Not a big deal.  Easy job for sure.

I spent yesterday afternoon (which was gorgeous by the way) visiting my friend Mary.  I met Mary way back when, not sure exactly. I blogged about her earlier as she had published a great book called A Hammer and Some Nails.  She attends my class at the Y and most usually never misses.  I met her daughter first over at Missouri State at my yoga class over there. 

Every year they take a trip together and ride the Katy Trail.  This time Mary crashed.  And burned.  She ended up in the hospital in Columbia, Missouri with a fractured L1 vertabrae.  I stopped by her house yesterday to find her watching a video and resting on her day bed that was flooded with sunlight from the South windows.  She had a huge, red umbrella opened up against the muslin curtains to block the sun.  Geisha girl was my immediate thought, though I didn’t say it.  I brought her some Chili Peppers, some Sage, some Mint and some Italian and Thai Basil from our garden. 

She has to wear a back brace for 6 weeks.  I would go nuts and I think she might as well, being the active senior that she is.  She attends my yoga class on Mondays and Wednesdays at the Ward YMCA and it’s weird not having her in class right now.  She doesn’t live that far from me so I plan on taking her some quirky movies soon, because you know, I’ve got a few that I know she would appreciate.

I hope when I’m 80, I’m still heading to yoga class and living in a cool little house, driving an old volvo and living my life to the fullest.  Here’s a photo of Mary on her front porch seven days after her bike accident.  You rock girlfriend.  Heal up soon, we miss the hell out of you!

mary on porch 


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Back On Track

I biked to all of my yoga classes this week, with the exception of this morning.  It really looked like rain yesterday at the noon hour, but I biked it anyways.  Saving my gas money and the evil parking permit that MSU charges for the use of their lot.  I’m there a whopping two hours a week, hate to pay.   It’s nice to ride over there.  I take the side streets.  I really take in the residential landscaping, I can smell who’s doing their laundry, and I am getting used to the fence that houses the big dogs!

Monday, my kids start school.  I love the summertime.  The kids can sleep late.  Things are lazy and more unorganized than the norm.  We stay outside until dark and eat dinner late.  But, I am ready to get back on track.  There’s something about a schedule and for me, it’s for more than just catching days.

Kids at the Nature Center Nov 2007

Kids at the Nature Center Nov 2007

Our son, will be a sophomore this year!  Hard to believe.  He’s a smart kid who spends all of his free time throwing the discus, either in our yard, or over at the school.  He’s not a social butterfly, he says he doesn’t have time for that.  He’s wanting to be in a Decathlon, and I am sure that he will be if he wants to.  Perhaps, we will see him in some field event at the Olympics someday!

Our daughter will be in the 5th grade this year.  She’s a bit nervous, as she’s starting a brand new school, WOLF School.  It’s an alternative school that’s conservation based.  They will spend 70% of their time in the field, outdoors in all kinds of weather.  I’m talking caving, fishing, canoeing, hiking.  Where was this school when I was a kid?  Their school room will be at Bass Pro (and it’s cool) and they will have the same curriculum as a regular elementary 5th grade. 

Both kids are gone to their other homes this weekend.  I will have time to get organized around here, do some serious cleaning and putting away of the “stuff”.  I’m looking forward to Fall, I always do, it’s my favorite time of year.