I have a cold or something. My head has been pounding all week… nothing seems to help. My throat is on fire, my neck and shoulders ache. My eyes burn, they’re swollen and puffy. I should probably stay home and rest. But it’s hard when your sick days pull from your vacation days.
And I haven’t practiced since Wednesday. And I’m not going to practice today. I’m teaching this afternoon, and I’m actually looking forward to that (gasp). More so, I think, because once I’m teaching the class it means that I’ve finished my work week.
Maybe I’ll throw in a Saturday practice since Sunday’s a moonday.
Doug Swenson is coming to San Luis Obispo in December to put on a weekend workshop at one of the studios I teach at. I’m so excited, I could spit. I already signed up. How we got Doug Swenson, I have no idea…
One class is an Ashtanga class, led primary with some poses from second thrown in (called “Spiced Up Ashtanga”), and it will be interesting to see if perhaps there are some closet ashtangis who come out of the woodwork here on the central coast. I mean, Amy’s been here for years, and we never crossed paths until a few months ago, thanks to this blog. Or perhaps, some folks who’ve never thought of practicing anything but Vinyasa or Power Yoga might try it and like it, and come join us on Sunday’s. This could be good.
Kula’s been going crazy out in the backyard over these walnuts. Every so often over the past few years, she’s shown up at the back door with one in her mouth or she’s snuck one into the house. It’s hilarious to watch her. She picks one up, jumps around a bit, throws it up in the air, and goes after it again. She paws the ground at it, rolls over, jumps up again, grabs it, and throws it. Rinse and Repeat. It’s nice to have a dog that can exercise and entertain herself. But back to the walnuts… I’ve always wondered where they came from. I figured maybe the neighbor kids were throwing them over the fence at her or something (they have a treehouse built into our fence). The other day while I was gathering dried leaves for mulch, one fell on my head. I looked up, and lo and behold…. a walnut tree. We’ve had a walnut tree in our backyard for 5 years and now that we’re going to be moving, I just noticed it. I brought a walnut in to the house with Kula bouncing up and down at my heels, cracked it, ate the meat… it was so sweet and good. Now I just have to fight Kula for the harvest.