7:00 am: Stretch arms up and out while getting dressed. Oooh, surprisingly not feeling last evening’s workout in the abs. Legs not sore either! Yay! 7:01 am: Why are my legs, arms, and abs not sore? They should be sore. I actually tried to do all the exercises right and I’m out of shape so…
Monthly Archives: Aug 2017
Day #238 Hello, old friend
or: Back In The Saddle Again Oh yoga, I’ve missed you. It’s been far too long. The flexibility is still there (elastic bands for muscles, anyone?) but the muscle strength needs to be rebuilt again. While I’m at it, I’m also delighted that I didn’t faceplant the pavement the very second I got off the…
Day #237 The Ideas Fairy
I woke up this morning to a message from my mother asking me a question: “У меня полночь. Я только что прочла твой последний блог и у меня возник вопрос к тебе. Когда ты успеваешь найти идею для блога, а потом эту идею развить и написать маленький рассказ, который легко и интересно читать?” “I just…
Day #236 Perseverance
I almost made it home tonight before the rain really started coming down. Almost. The slight drizzle hung around for a while and was easy to ignore, but as I was hurrying home I could tell the rain was picking up. But it was ok, I was only a few minutes away from being home…
Day #235 Why? Why? Why?
This was my facebook post this morning. It’s pretty self explanatory. The Mister apparently noticed this development earlier this week, whereas I thought I heard the dreaded word yesterday, but it was this morning that Hawkeye showcased it to me in full glory. Daddy: “You’re walking very slowly today, why don’t we go faster?” Toddler:…
Day #234 Skyline
The sky over Grand Canal Square this afternoon.
Day #233 Creature comforts
Sometimes when you’re mind-numbingly exhausted, all you need to unwind are a fleece blanket, a cup of tea, and a purring puddle of fur.
Day #232 Knock! Knock! (the Disney version)
Scene: a child’s bedroom, early in the morning. Mommy is in her dressing gown, perched on the edge of the rocking chair as she helps a young child get dressed. He is very excited about the shirt he just put on. Mommy smiles at him indulgently. Somewhere off stage there is the sound of water…
Day #231 The Art of Misdirection
This blog entry started out as a short Facebook post I was typing out while heading to work this morning. It was just meant to be a quick repost of an article one of my friends posted that I found illuminating, but as sometimes happens when I start writing, whether on the go or at…
Day #230 Teach your children
Whenever I imagined a future first where I would have to teach Hawkeye that there are certain words he should not use, I always imagined that it would be curse words that he would have picked up from my own careless muttering. After all, it seems like the logical consequence of the things that come…
Day #229 Knock! Knock!
I forgot about this little gem from our holidays. This is not the best recitation Hawkeye has done, but it’s the only one I have on video. We stop by the library every few weeks to try new books, and the last time I was there I picked up this volume in the hopes of…
The Feathered Rose 