Would you go to the above dentist? I’m not sure that this was the best choice of names. Appalachian Dental? Really?
Or how about this Doctor:
Okay, so that’s not really what this post is about….
This past Friday, I hit the snooze button three too many times. The extra snoring was good but it meant that I got to yoga a half an hour later than I prefer. My tardiness landed me behind a dallying MARTA bus and the two of us hit every red light between my house and the yoga studio. Then when I arrived, there was only one other student in the room, one of the really advanced ones. To top things off, another advanced student (who is also a yoga instructor) was filling in as the teacher.
You get the picture; my morning routine was all messed up and I was a little out of sorts before I even started my(sore) practice.
Despite the shaky start, I quickly felt like I was back on kilter (what is a kilter anyway?) when I realized I’d done all of the sun salutations without crashing to the ground in Chaturanga Dandasana before rolling my toes over into upward facing dog. A proud accomplishment for this old girl. I continued cruising along nicely through the standing sequence with some outstanding adjustments, and lots of attention (because there were only 2 of us, though the class did fill up nicely). Then something fell apart when I got to the primary series. At Janu Sirsasana C, I realized that I had forgotten Trianga Mukhaikapda Paschimottanasana. So I went back to that and continued on with my practice. When I finished Supta Kurmasana, with another impressive adjustment, the teacher whispered “did I miss your Marichyasanas?”
Damned if I didn’t forget all of them. I said to the teacher: “you’d think I was trying to test the substitute teacher or something!” and she replied, “no, you’re just doing the Ashtanga re-mix today”. I went back and did the Marichyasanas and finished the practice with a smile on my face.
On the way home from yoga, I stopped for gas and saw this sign:
I almost went for the caffeine boost but it seemed a little excessive. I was tempted to go in and ask the clerk just how many people actually take advantage of this offer.
Once home, I made breakfast and mixed up some homemade ginger kombucha. I often store the drinks in mason jars but today I accidentally grabbed an old applesauce jar with my Grandfather’s picture on it. If he were alive today, I wonder what he would say about ombucha? Or a better question, I wonder what he would say about how much we spent on that Vita Mix blender.
p.s. mom and dad, let’s go to this bar the next time you’re in town – help me remember!
Later in the day I ran some errands and parked next to the below car. I can’t believe this person left a wad of twenties in the center console along with that expensive Starbucks mug. I thought about leaving a note that said something like “borrowed a twenty to buy a cup of coffee” but decided against it and went on my way.
As I prepared dinner, I was glad to see that the quinoa packaging was finally fixed:
So let’s just consider this post an accounting of a yoga remix combined with a photo mish mash and call it a wrap.