- Yoga: HAPPENING. I did it the quick and dirty way, especially after post-room-painting yoga turned out to be very much not yoga. I got a 7-day pass from the gym that would get me into the last two daytime yoga classes before school started and went to my first one on Tuesday. I was every bit the super lame new kid who had to piece together shredded and bacteria-ridden mats from the communal mat-cage featured in the studio, so that was kind of sad and gross. The nice Indian man that led it went at an almost grueling pace filled with way more core-exploding asanas that resembled my arch nemesis, the nearly-impossible Pilates, than I had remembered yoga entailing. But he was super great, and included in his instructions every so often "...and smile." For some reason that detail made everything part holistic healing and exercise, part photo shoot. He also led us through a meditation at the end where we were butterflies, landing on flowers, feeling breezes on our wings, then eventually flying into the Bally's down the street from our flower. I loved him. Good thing there's a Modell's next door to my butterfly's Bally's, so that I could purchase a real, live yoga mat for future butterfly impersonations. I Netflix-streamed yoga
videosvideo until Friday, my second free class, for which I came fully prepared. Unfortunately, this class too started out on an awkward, unpleasant note: a woman towards the back announced that she wanted to be able to see the instructor. We all do, honey, and you can't really claim that if you put yourself in the back row. But in any case, the upshot of all this is that I am well on my way to being a master yogi.
- Not Dining Out: HAPPENING BEGRUDGINGLY; MAY NOT BE HAPPENING SOON. Some of us have truly enjoyed making new delicious meals. But others of us have underestimated how much we rely on the going-out-to-eat process to break up our evenings and indeed, the drudgery of our weeks. Some of us happen to see this less as a fun teambuilding exercise of awesome challenge and opportunity for creativity and more as a dire punishment that inspires sadness and anger. As of right now, we've held to our word, but I am pretty sure restaurants will get the best of us in the very near future.
- What Are the Haps, My Friends: NOT HAPPENING IN COOL WAYS. Our last two weekends have involved 24 hours in Chicago and 36 hours in Leesburg, VA. Blog-worthy haps on the imminent horizon include searching for a late summer county fair, going to a shooting range and hiking the Billy Goat Trail. I might, however, die on at least two of these haps, so farewell, dear readers.
- Finishing My Peace Book: HAPPENED. I also emailed the author my aforementioned concerns about peace and motivation, peace (with) sadness, and being so thoroughly into peace that you can't any more relate to the humans you hang out with, so much that anything that happens or doesn't happen is fine, so much that you can marry pretty much anyone and it'll be great. His email back to me shall be in two parts! He is very nice, and his name is Bear.
- Thank-You Notes: ALMOST DONE HAPPENING. Wooooooo
- I am now signed up for community college art classes! Well, class; I have to cancel the one that my teaching class conflicts with, once I get that schedule. But isn't that exciting! It was much more exciting when I finally wrangled the in-county tuition rather than the out-of-state tuition. You should have seen what I brought in my folder of marriage and name-changing goodness: the real certificate, copies of the certificate, lease, a bank statement printout and a credit card bill, half-filled out forms about my passport, and the receipt that I applied for a new social security card. Now. If all those things had my name and address on them, would you believe that I lived at that address? Well, let me tell you, the good people at PGCC did NOT believe it! None of those things fell on their accepted-proof list, even though 1/8 of that was good enough for the DMV, and put together, I am pretty sure they more than convince that I do, in fact, live in Prince George's County. "No, we don't accept those, anyone can get a license," I was told. Hmph! Trust me, I am ALL FOR following the rules, but it was getting to the point where I don't own the things she needed to see: a lease with a seal (?!) listing every month (?!!) that I have lived there, car registrations, a dated passport application. It was only by not leaving the counter that she changed it in the system. Let that be a lesson to you all. Stand up against ridiculousness.
- Seasons 1-2.5 of Dexter. Oh man. I have to cover my eyes for 20% of the show, and even still sometimes it gives me nightmares, but he is SO NICE!!!
- This. And I feel like I'm late to an awesome party, but not fashionably late, you-were-doing-something-more-awesome late. It's the kind of party that knows it's SO AWESOME that nothing you were doing could possibly compete with it, and once you get there, everyone just kind of feels sorry for you that you were missing from it for THAT LONG.
- I have also watched this over and over. I love it and don't understand why it hasn't gone viral.