Hubby’s father dropped off the first draft of the house plans today, all official and beautiful. In ink. A few things we want to tweak, but it is crazy to see drawings of the outside, inside, everything. Brings it all into reality. I feel like one of those pieces I read in Sunset. “Father-in-law and Daughter-in-law break ground in their friendship. And on her property for a couple’s first house!” I don’t know, something like that. Actually, I do have to state it for the record: I lucked out with my in-laws. I’ve heard the horror stories, and Hubby’s family is very supportive, but not overbearing. Not yet, anyways….
It’s strange designing and building your first house. There’s so many styles I appreciate, so many choices to make, and then your decision has to be shared with another. While Hubby and I have similar tastes, there are some differences for sure. So this will definitely be an exercise in patience and compromise.
Recap of the past few days: Saturday night, had some friends over and we all made a great meal. Great laughs, great conversation, finished it off with FONDUE. And lots of fondue-stemmed puns. I somehow got talked into going downtown to (gulp) the bars. Good times, made a grown man cry, found out a friend died last year in a tragic accident. You know, your usual night at the bars. In any case, got home after 3 (ouch) and had to set my clock so I lost an hour of sleep (double ouch). Next morning, I was hating life. Took the dog for a walk, and got ready for led primary. Every week that class grows. So, Sunday we had to change the layout of our mats. And I really liked the change. I went in dreading practice. I didn’t think I was going to make it past sun salutations. I don’t know if it was the new setup, the number of bodies heating up the room, or if it was the fondue, but this was the best practice I’d had in 2 weeks, easy. My knees were feeling great, I didn’t have to modify anything, except padmasana because I was a little nervous. My only gripe was there were too many people for adjustments! I usually get adjusted in Supta Kurmasana in order to bind and get my feet over my head. I was waiting, waiting, just hanging out in Supta K (which feels SO great!), and finally I just gave up and started to squirm out of it, just as I see Jen’s feet step up to me, then quickly step away. I was moments away from that adjustment. In any case, very strong Tittibhasana vinyasa out to Bakasana, almost floating back to chaturanga. Booyah.
Very strange…. I was staring at my feet in paschimottanasana after backbends, and my mind began to wander. I sure stare at my feet a lot. Every day. Primary basically consists of staring at one’s own feet. And my feet are not necessarily the prettiest sight to see. First off, they’re big. Not big for just anyone, but big for me. I’m 5’3″, and I wear a size 10. Second, I have long monkey toes. complete with toe knuckles. Quite a sight to see. Next, I have numerous callouses: one on the top of each foot below my big toe from dragging forward on my run in upward dog and vinyasas, tips of toes are cracked from rolling over them in vinyasas, too many days wearing flip flops when I should be wearing shoes and socks, etc. Lastly, I haven’t had a pedicure in about 3 years. So there you have it. Extreme coincidence: After practice, I was talking to some of the girls, someone brought up pedicures (I swear it wasn’t me), and next thing I know, I’m picking out a color for my poor, ignored toesies. That night I watched Troy with the Republican and marveled at Orlando’s boyish charm. Too bad he was a little spineless and the dialog was totally cliche. But Brad made up for that. Good times.
Monday was a great day. Hubby came home early (I mean REally early) at 4 a.m., so I slept in a bit. No morning practice. Instead, after work, quick standing and finishing. My hamstrings were like mercury. Super bendy. I wish I had had time to do full primary. It would have been interesting to see where my flexibility could have taken me. But, hubby had come back early, so I wanted to make a nice meal and visit with him. This morning I was feeling very bad. My allergies are terrible. I wake up with an extremely raw throat, headache, phlegm, nausea, burning eyes, ick. Plus I started ladies holiday last night. So I practiced up through Navasana, then backbends and legs up the wall, then seated meditation and savasana. A struggle throughout, but still a practice. Work was good, aside from label issues. Seems like we can’t get through a single bottling without something going awry. Ugh. And as for tomorrow: Experts predict a great day with a strong practice. Or, maybe I’m just being optimistic. In any case, off to read some Ayn Rand….. Slow and steady with that book.