Monday Morning Coffee time! Right now it’s 58F, drizzly, misty, foggy, breezy, and altogether the perfect excuse to sit here with another cuppa and not weed the garden.
Even a Dandelion Has its Beauty
Thanks to an unusually warm and early spring, we’ve been in the garden just to have coffee and conversation more times this year already than we’ve managed in entire years past. Sure, it’s meant extra yard work here and there, but if I don’t feel like doing it, I open up a lawn chair and park my bottom in it. It may not be a minimalist garden as much as I’m a Minimalist Gardener ;D
I was idly pulling a few weeds out of the front yard when a white-haired guy left the dentist’s office next door and commented on one of my hostas, and after a few seconds of peering at one another I realized he was an old professor of mine. So after we did the oh-hellos and resumed the garden talk, memories of how to read his expressions returned and I realized he was giving my yard the same regretful “I know you could do so much better than this” look that he gave to me and my classmates. So I looked at it from his perspective and saw the untrimmed bits, the dandelions, the mix of flourishing and non-flourishing elements and supposed he was right–but that I also didn’t give a shit. I was happy about that. He went on his way and I resumed my idle weeding for another fifteen minutes.
Speaking of moving around, though, I finally bit the bullet and ordered a treadmill. It is the “manual” kind, not electric, powered by one’s own petard, very quiet, and reasonably easy to fold up and move out of the way. And affordable. Tried for several months to find one on Craigslist in this area, but no go. I hate exercising in cold weather and hot weather, and since that’s about 90% of the weather in these parts, the treadmill seemed like a good idea. I can just feel your eyes rolling, so knock it off and give a girl a chance, will ya?
There is a popular yoga studio two blocks from my house, and I know that most people in my situation would be saying, “How can you not take advantage of this?” Well, I did try, honest. But it is expensive (four sessions cost as much as the treadmill), it’s not a good one for arthritics (my back and wrists still feel the effects of going there two years ago), and worst of all it is upstairs from a printer’s shop. Even if the first two criteria were not a problem, the solvent fumes from the print shop are. They make me headachey and dizzy. None of the other participants seemed bothered by this, but maybe they were just so happy to be in the cool yoga class they were willing to ignore it.
Wu Tai Chi, Long Form, was my all-time favorite way to exercise, but nobody teaches it in this town–it’s all Yang style. I don’t remember the moves well enough to do it on my own. Sometimes when I daydream about the perfect town to live in, there’s a Wu Tai Chi place within walking distance, and I can afford it, too! It’s been so long since I’ve done it that I think I need to start from scratch. Watching videos doesn’t work because an instructor can correct one’s posture and balance, and when those are right, it’s amazing how graceful it is and how much it gives back. I’ll keep looking for the right class, though.
This coming week’s exercise is likely to be in the form of repainting the bathroom. We had a leaky roof earlier this year which nearly wrecked the bathroom ceiling and walls, but we think it’s fixed now and are willing to chance the repainting job. Ours is a teeny tiny bathroom, and I do not yet know if my ladder will fit or what kind of contortions will be required to reach all the spots. Perhaps I should film it–crouching painter, hidden paintbrush? But I am determined, and hope to have a nice bright respectable bathroom before the treadmill arrives on Friday.
In the meantime, I’ve a bit of “moving-it” to do. Join me if you like: