Figuring out a new routine

It was HOT here this weekend.  Today is blissfully down to 80 but Saturday it was almost 100 degrees.  During this early for the year heat wave I was also suffering from a major headache.  So Saturday when it was so hot I did laundry and changed the bedding and that is about all.  There was a lot of sitting still trying to stay cool.

Sunday morning we went for a walk at 6:30 in the morning.  Getting a couple miles in and still home before 7:15.  I then headed out in the yard and did about 2 hours of weeding before it was just to dang hot out there.  But I managed to get quite a bit done.

I then cleaned the filters in our window air units and fired the one up in the kitchen, kept the doors and curtains closed and read the entire paper and watched tv for a good part of the day.

I really did love that early morning walk and should have done that again this morning.  I had booked a virtual yoga class as our yoga studio is trying to give classes remotely.  I set up both of our yoga mats and Lori worked on her class work up until 9:00 and came out and joined me for some much needed yoga.

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We are going to get more yoga added into our schedule because we both feel so much better when we do! (Did that sound convincing) So here is the real question. What is my problem with motivation at home?  Why am I willing to wait around for a class to start at a specific time given by one of the people from our studio?  Or when we are not in lock-down state of being, drive 30 minutes to the studio for the class and then back.  I own yoga DVD’s, I have a prime account and can stream yoga right in this very spot.  It’s ridiculous.

Since things are going to take a long time to get back to normal, if “normal” is even a thing anymore.  I am going have to power through this hurdle and figure this “at home” work out thing.  Because I feel so much better with the movement.

A new meaning to “milk” chocolate

I don’t eat a lot of meat, certainly not beef.  Oh it tastes good but my tummy doesn’t agree.  Actually the last few years I have cut more and more out of my diet that it is now non-existent.  There is fish a couple of times a month, bacon (without nitrates) but rarely any animal protein.  (oh wait, eggs, I eat organic eggs)

But one thing is for sure, if I do eat meat, it is organic.  I want to know it had a diet of organic feed as well.  Now more so than ever after reading an article this morning about farmers feeding cattle chocolate.  Yep!  The price of corn is so high that farmers are supplementing the hay with ice cream sprinkles, hot chocolate mix, breakfast cereal and chocolate bars.

You can’t say that it’s free range cattle if there is not an ice cream sprinkle tree growing in the pasture now can you?

Out of place

I went to the grocery store earlier tonight for some salad stuff and a few things.  One of the things were toothpicks to add color to frosting.  So I walked around and around and while I was there I picked up some Tab and next to it was a package of cheese (I left the cheese), further up the aisle I saw a roll of paper towels in with the chips.  The next thing I saw was carton of eggs with the lightbulbs.  I decided then it was time to start taking pictures.  I was not disappointed before I even put the phone back in my pocket there was a tea kettle and a plate in with the paper plates.  Then on the way out there was a gallon of milk in the freezer.  People are lazy and change their minds a lot.

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So I’m walking around snapping these pictures thinking this will be a funny blog, but not so much in comparison to when I was telling Katherine about my trip to the store and I’m telling her about the eggs and she’s asking questions about my sanity and if I put them back and I kept going with the story and the cheese by the Tab and she asked if Mary was playing a joke on me.  Thats when I realized she thought I was talking about these things in my house!  Cheese with my Tab (understandable), Eggs with the lightbulbs, no wonder she thought I was having dementia.

Guest Blog

If I had a blog….

I would write 10,000 words today about how there is a limit to how many personal idiosyncracies we should have to put up with in the office. There’s a dude here who has more hair than Cousin It and who walks around in shorts and tube socks, even INTO THE BATHROOM. Every time I see him I gag a little.
But that would be right afer the blog about this:
Saturday: previously scheduled accup / massage appts at 9:40 and 11:15.
Rehearsal from 11-2 on the Saturday schedule two weeks ago
I note conflict, saying I can’t make it til 1:00
I’m asked to reschedule my appts.
I turn myself and my two practitioners into pretzels to get accu rescheduled for this afternoon at 5:00, causing me to leave work early, and massage on Sat at 3:45.
I notify SM I’ve resolved the conflict
SM forgets
SM produces new schedule showing my conflict so no rehearsal for our show (just for the other two episodes)
I remind SM that I resolved the conflict
SM changes the schedule so that all three shows are rehearsing–MINE IS CALLED AT 1:00
Now tell me, WTF did I do all the rescheduling for? Now I have rehearsal from 1-2, and a massage at 3:45. There goes the whole f’ing day.
No wonder I’m a crabby bitch today.
That’s what I’d blog about. You can post that if you want.