hola. this post will have no capital letters. i'm intentionally breaking the rules of capitalization because i had a yoga class today where the teacher was insistent that there isn't any such thing as doing a pose perfectly. you'll note that i am willing to let go of punctuation just yet. that would be beyond the pale.
o.k. so today.
tired and sore from so much physical labor back at trader joe's, i drug my ass to yoga class and did o.k. it was a short, hour-long yoga class and it was good. the teacher focused a lot on the standing poses so it was a lot of leg work and only a couple of sitting poses. i was hoping for more sitting poses to try and get some of the kinks out of my back, shoulders and hips, but the leg work was nice. i worked up quite a sweat.
wheat grass shots are my new addiction. it's true. i've been reading about how good wheat grass is for you and have been trying to have freshly juiced wheat grass on a fairly regular basis. maybe it is all psychological - but i swear it is like drinking pure sunshine and earthy goodness all in one bright green juice. i'm not going to lie, i get a pineapple chaser because it leaves a weird after taste but that stuff is like my new coffee replacement.
i deposited my first paycheck today from trader joe's. that was a sublime feeling. even if it's not the typical lawyerly take, it's still something and it is wholly mine. so i highly recommend doing that on a regular basis if you can - works wonders for mood.
how god and/or my ancestors and/or the universe spoke to me today. i was in borders to pick up a book for a bookgroup that i am in and happened upon a book called one nice thing a day which had a whole host of things you could do to create goodness in the world. flipping through it i landed on the idea of taking baked goods or coffee to your local firehouse or police station for the folks that keep disaster and destruction at bay in our modern, urbanized lives. good little book full of good little ideas. i put it down, conscious of my limited budget.
at checkout, i realized i had forgotten my coupon which would have given me 25% off my entire purchase (thank you amazon for bringing borders around to reasonableness). the cashier was sweet said that it was fine i could still use it. then she pointed to a bag of coffee beans and asked "would you like to donate a bag of beans to your local 10th street firehouse?" what choice did i have? "sure." and it was done. i definitely got a kick out of having just read about doing exactly that then being immediately confronted with the opportunity.
brian comes home to me tomorrow from a week out west visiting his father in the hospital and helping his mother. they still do not know what is wrong with his dad. i'm really looking forward to seeing him, we're not often apart this long and linus and i have both missed him. though linus is hopeful that when he comes back brian will be the one to sleep on the floor - that dog loves stretching his big ignorant self all across the bed.
that's it. that's my friday unlike any other. (though i'm sure it's quite like plenty of other folks' fridays).
