Wednesday, May 22, 2019

    I  got up, walked Elsa, did my oil rinse, washed my dishes, made my Juice Plus smoothies, gave Elsa her morning pill for her skin condition, and food and water. I haven’t mentioned doing these chores regularly because I don’t do them regularly. I do them every day, but only when so moved.  Probably better for Elsa if I do make it part of my regular routine. Then off to Bikram.
    There were 8 in the class. Of the eight, three were introduced to Bikram by Yvette, who was also there. She introduced me to Bikram in 2005.  Mike and I flew to Colorado for her wedding to Josh. As she was driving us to Loveland, CO from Denver, she said you have to try this yoga.  For my first class, I was wearing overall dungaree shorts and a polo shirt.  They suggested I get a different outfit for my next class since most folks were in two-piece bathing suits.  Remember, this is hot yoga, 105o, and humidity. My outfit wasn’t the best. I did one more class in Colorado at a different studio. When I got back to Columbus, I discovered there was a Bikram studio there.  I was hooked. I even took a year off after I was injured. Silly me. I listened to the doctor that rest would be my best bet.  I’ll never do that again.
     I noticed a change in my breathing.  When I paid attention to it, I discovered it was easier to do it the new way.. Sometimes, I discover that I’m doing it already without thinking about it.
    On my way home from yoga, I dropped off the bucket of greens Yvette had loaded in my car for the transfer station.  I pulled into a spot next to the container and was told that I preempted someone who was already waiting.  I had seen the open place and just pulled in. I pulled out, got back into a wait-spot, and carried the bucket to the dumping area. I was able to get it out of the back of the car and drag it across the tarmac.  The man who had yelled at me carried the bucket over and dumped it.
    When I got home and took the garbage out, picking up all the poopy bags from where I had thrown them on the ground.  I ironed a dress and the sheets that had been washed the other day. I boiled one kettle water for weeds.
    I kept checking my email for word from Mike B as to how Paulist Press responded when he told them about Mike’s book. There was still no word from him. I  didn’t know what it meant. Did the Paulist Press say no, and he is trying another publishing house, or he hasn’t gotten around to calling them yet? I’ll just have to wait. After  2 weeks, I’ll call him.
    I downloaded the common core standards for math grades 1-5 to make sure that my tutoring student, who missed a lot of school, will have everything covered.
    I worked on the blog before I walked Elsa.  I ate dinner, watched TV, and cataloged books.
    I walked Elsa before going to bed, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and went to bed. Good night, Elsa, Goodnight, Mike.