Sunday: Wanted to wake around 7, but slept in until 8. Still was intending to get more done than I did. Shower. Cats. Suddenly it was 9:40. Headed off to the last day of the yoga workshop.
Arrived on time, or at least, less late than many people. Just because something is painful, does not mean it is good for you. At our lunch break, we were each assigned a topic to hold the conversation from sliding into idle chatter. Mine was "death." I suggested "Spice" (Thai) and it seemed an agreeable choice. In the afternoon one of the instructors blew her stack at one of the other instructors. Then they immediately justified it by saying "it was their enlightened level of intimacy that allowed them to have such direct communications." Looked like good-old-fashioned anger to me. Students take on the flaws of their teachers. They gave us some time to freely move to music at the end, and one fellow twisted his ankle. Not such a nice note to finish on.
Back home, put away laundry, ordered a pizza. MB came home. We talked about our days. She'd been down at a BD workshop with Bn and company. We picked up the pizza, ate then hung out a bit. I made coffee. Guitar. Email. Down basement for completing the day.
Monday, March 27, 2006
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