August 8, 2012 --Elmer for President!
Today, I nailed my forearm stand.
Not in my actual yoga class, though. I struggled through my practice today because, as I was sitting in my car waiting to go into the studio, I took the opportunity to read through yesterday's blog post.
And I found the inevitable typo.
I don't care how much growth I'm having being present in the moment and dealing with imperfection, an unfixed typo is like having a splinter under my skin. I was distracted. I was tight. Typos apparently make my hips hurt.
So, I came home and tried one more forearm stand before I got in the shower...and something, sort of...well...HAPPENED. I went right up and then, I swear, I could have stayed there all day. It felt effortless.
I didn't have any witnesses, unless you count the Puppy, who was VERY impressed. My photographers are both in camp this week, and I was too shy to ask Elmer, the Yard Guy, to take my picture. Which turned out to be a good call because he was busy weeding. He weeded my vegetable garden! I have been fighting a losing battle with the weeds in my vegetable garden all summer. Since it's all organic, I don't use any pesticide or weed inhibitor, and every day I have to go out, pull up a bushel of weeds only to come back the next day and find two more bushels have grown. (I don't actually know what a bushel is, but it's a LOT OF FREAKING WEEDS.) Elmer tamed them all. ELMER FOR PRESIDENT!!!
A little homage to Elmer's work and my gorgeous tomatoes!
The song is called, "Hang on, Little Tomato" by Pink Martini.
So then, after Katherine came home, I did it again! And she took pictures! (Katherine, the artist formerly known as Ana, has changed to using her middle name now. I fully, absolutely support her right to do this, although I despair of adjusting before she's twenty.)
Music is by the Indigo Girls, "Rise Up."
(Rise up your dead
There's life in the old girl yet!)
(If you find the typo, please wait until afternoon to e-mail me. )
Not in my actual yoga class, though. I struggled through my practice today because, as I was sitting in my car waiting to go into the studio, I took the opportunity to read through yesterday's blog post.
And I found the inevitable typo.
I don't care how much growth I'm having being present in the moment and dealing with imperfection, an unfixed typo is like having a splinter under my skin. I was distracted. I was tight. Typos apparently make my hips hurt.
So, I came home and tried one more forearm stand before I got in the shower...and something, sort of...well...HAPPENED. I went right up and then, I swear, I could have stayed there all day. It felt effortless.
I didn't have any witnesses, unless you count the Puppy, who was VERY impressed. My photographers are both in camp this week, and I was too shy to ask Elmer, the Yard Guy, to take my picture. Which turned out to be a good call because he was busy weeding. He weeded my vegetable garden! I have been fighting a losing battle with the weeds in my vegetable garden all summer. Since it's all organic, I don't use any pesticide or weed inhibitor, and every day I have to go out, pull up a bushel of weeds only to come back the next day and find two more bushels have grown. (I don't actually know what a bushel is, but it's a LOT OF FREAKING WEEDS.) Elmer tamed them all. ELMER FOR PRESIDENT!!!
A little homage to Elmer's work and my gorgeous tomatoes!
The song is called, "Hang on, Little Tomato" by Pink Martini.
So then, after Katherine came home, I did it again! And she took pictures! (Katherine, the artist formerly known as Ana, has changed to using her middle name now. I fully, absolutely support her right to do this, although I despair of adjusting before she's twenty.)
Music is by the Indigo Girls, "Rise Up."
(Rise up your dead
There's life in the old girl yet!)
(If you find the typo, please wait until afternoon to e-mail me. )
Comments
Sorry I'm not around to weed; I used to be paid by the pound for those. Of course, I was six...
@smalltownme: I think people are probably way over seeing me do my forearm stand, but I JUST CAN'T HELP IT. I'm 47 years old! I never thought I could do that when I was in my twenties!
My daughter has changed her mind about her name and the spelling of it twice - I understand.
As for the weeds - they've taken over my garden too. I blame the weather ;)