Somewhere

I was taking a knee-icing break from work yesterday and had an opportunity to gaze out on a somewhat dreary NoVa day. This is the song that came to mind, so I’m sharing it with you.

 

 

 

Being social

Today I present three guides to social media.

You’re welcome.

 

 

Harbingers

These little guys have once again popped up in my back garden. I didn’t plant the winter aconite; they came with the property, although I don’t see them in any of my neighbors’ yards.

Every year they pop up in January-February, whether it’s through snow or not. They make me so happy.

 

 

Before the storm

Well, okay, then—as of 0922 yesterday, Trader Joe’s was locked and loaded for today:

 

Gratitude Monday: Figure 4

Thursday I sent my yoga instructor a list of poses I thought I could/could not do and asked if we could get a Friday-afternoon lesson out of them. I hadn’t had a lesson since the day before surgery and I really don’t like going that long without the boost.

When time came for the lesson on Friday, I wasn’t sure I could go through with it—I had several meetings that day, including one 90-minute one, and I’m still working out how to sit at my desk with any degree of comfort. Come yoga time, my knee was stiff, I was tired and I was feeling pretty crappy, truth be told.

But we started in, and I have to say that I felt so much better, both physically and mentally, afterward. I managed very careful windshield wipers, elongated bound ankle, modified figure 4, almost-bridge against the wall and a slightly wobbly Warrior II. No kneeling, no crossed legs. A considerable amount of time was spent figuring out how to transition from one position to another, since one knee wasn’t bending (and I was a little concerned about splitting open the incision), but it was a good session, and when it was done I felt looser and stronger, which had a huge impact on my mental state.

So that’s my gratitude today: the blessing of a yoga lesson.