Teaching Updates!

Exciting news! Starting on May 3, our Wednesday night class at Tobyoga will move up a half hour to hopefully accommodate more yogis. Class will run from 5:30-6:30 PM and is still $10 everyday.

I’ve also begun teaching chair yoga to a tremendous group of senior yogis at the Bloomfield Senior Center. If you live in or around Bloomfield, check the class out! It runs Tuesday mornings from 10:45-11:45 AM.

I’ll see you on your mats and in your chairs!

Disaster Preparedness

Hurricane Irene’s a-coming and I’m using my favorite technique for not freaking out about huge things like HURRICANES! I’m ignoring it. Pretending it’s not happening. This was working fine until today when there was a near fist-fight over D-batteries at Radio Shack and every five minutes someone on the television is warning us all to stockpile food and water! Keep vital paperwork and medication close at hand! The end of the world is near! OK maybe not that last part, but that’s how it feels.

The anxiety started to get to me today as I was moving all of our deck furniture to lower ground and rounding up buckets to fill with water. That awful lump in my throat wouldn’t go away and I felt like I wanted to jump out of my skin. That’s when I remembered something that I had picked up at the store, you know, in case of emergency.

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I love a good gin and tonic and unfortunately lately, they have been hard to find. The tonic water in the grocery store tastes like corn syrup to me and it leaves my tongue feeling slimy and my heart feeling sad that my G & T didn’t really hit the spot. Enter: Fever-Tree Indian Tonic. Now normally I would not spend $6 on four 6-ounce bottles of tonic, but there was a hurricane a-coming, you see, and it was now or never. Well, let me tell you. It was a very good $6 investment.

The tonic is tart and mildly bitter with no overly strong sweetness. It’s as bubbly as champagne, which is fun, and although I won’t make it a habit, I’m glad I tossed this four pack in my cart yesterday as I walked down the completely bare bottled water aisle. If you think of it that way, I really had no choice but to buy it. It’s not like there was and plain water to be had.

The hurricane is set to hit here on Sunday morning and I only have three bottles to go. Better start rationing. All joking aside, be safe everyone on the east coast, catch you when the power comes back on.

Roses!

OK, everyone, raise your hand if you had no idea that Elizabeth Park in Hartford was this pretty.  Yeah, I guess it was just me. I had been to Elizabeth Park once before with my sister and the boys when we stopped there to let the boys run off some steam after sitting in the car, stuck in traffic for too long.  We went to the opposite side of the park from the roses where there’s a field of grass and… not much else.  I didn’t know what all the fuss was about.

People talked about how gorgeous it was, but I was unimpressed.  That’s because I had never seen the rose garden.  My mom and sister met me there after work last week as the park was gearing up for the rose festival and everything was in full bloom.  I parked my car and followed the signs to the rose garden and ran into this:

Not what I was expecting at all.  It was spectacular and I can’t believe that I’ve been driving past this park since 1994, (when I started going to school out here), without a second thought.  If you’ve never been, you must go.  It’s free, there’s free parking, and it is absolutely worth the trip. Their website is here: www.elizabethpark.org

Many, many more pictures here, if you wish to see them.

Turtle Watch 2010

That’s right! It’s everyone’s favorite time of year: turtle egg-laying season. We spotted our first one this morning (in the pile of manure that Luke is composting into soil).  She’s sort of hiding, can you see her?  Here, how about a view from behind?

She’s a big snapping turtle. Not quite as big as Big Bertha in my opinion. Maybe we can call her Large Marge.  Using my scientific Tevas-as-comparison model, you can see that Large Marge:

Doesn’t appear as large as last year’s Big Bertha:

Also notice that I need a new pair of flip flops. (Same pair two years in a row? For shame!)

These pictures of Marge were taken around 7:30 this morning, and it looked like she’d already been digging in the neighbor’s garden and also in the sandy driveway.  She must have decided on hanging out in the cool manure pile on this 99-degree day, because tonight when I went out to water the garden, she was still there, buried up to her head. That’s going to be one sweet-smelling turtle.

Stay tuned for more Turtle Watch 2010 reports to come!

Department of Making me feel Very old

I had to renew my driver’s license last week.  Actually, it’s my “driver license” if you want to get technical, which to me sounds awkward and looks silly, but then again, so does a pink license.

Seriously.  I was tempted to ask the lady at the counter if the ink was running out in her printer but then Luke got his new license and it’s pink, too. (A pink commercial driver’s license, hee!)

You’ll notice that I went for the mildly irritated look, which should be a pretty accurate representation of how I’ll look if I’m ever in a situation where someone asks to see my license.  I blurred out some of the personal info so you can’t, you know, stalk me, or whatever.  Luckily I didn’t have to blur our the weight because they stopped putting it on the licenses.  I lied anyway, but still.

The one glaring, terrible, oh-my-goodness-I-am-getting-old thing that you may or may not notice is that the next time I’ll have to renew my license is in 2016, which also happens to be the year I TURN FORTY.  Forty.  That just doesn’t seem possible.

Thanks a lot DMV.  First you make me feel like cattle, you force me to wait in unending lines, you take my picture under unflattering light, you make me pay $66 for the fun, AND THEN you remind me that I’m on the down side of 30, heading straight for forty.  Thanks a lot, indeed!