yoga, poison ivy, before and after

Since Abby's husband tested positive but she and the kids tested negative, Abby has been quarantining nevertheless and so I led the yoga classes this week and last Wednesday. It's a completely different experience. I go to class so that I don't have to decide what asanas (poses) to do, not having to decide is also why my morning routine is always the same. Not only do I have to decide which asanas to do, I have to instruct the proper positioning. Granted, most everyone who comes has been coming for years and knows the poses but it's still a good idea to remind. This week, instead of flying by the seat of my pants, I did an internet search for vinyasas (a series of asanas that 'flow' one into the other or that serve to focus on a particular goal) which made it a little less stressful. I'll be glad when Abby comes back next week.

vinyasa for releasing lower back tension via www.jasonyoga.com

I only did one section of fence Tuesday because while it wasn't very brushy along the fence, it was a section with a lot of poison ivy and while I had sprayed it with poison (ha! poison the poison) and the foliage was mostly dead, the bottom and sides of the ditch were thick with roots which I'm sure were not dead and they were tough to get pulled up and out. So even with long sleeves and gloves and coming in after and scrubbing my wrists that were often exposed I'm wondering if I'm going to break out a little. Not sure what to do with the pile of roots. 

The burn pile is the obvious option but I'll have to be indoors when it gets burned or at least across the street. Or I could dump them far into the field behind me which would be easy right now since they just recently mowed and baled the hay. Or I could bag it up for the dump but I hate to dump compostable trash in the landfill. I'll probably just dump it on the burn pile.

Here's the before and after pics of my haircut. It's a little different cut than the previous stylist does but the end result is basically the same, out of my face and off my neck though I hadn't meant to have it quite this short this time of year but I had showed her two pictures of days when it looked particularly good and this is what I got. I like it and will go back to her again. So, before...thin long and lank and makes me look old (well, yes I am old and no, I don't color my hair and yes, there is gray streaked through it),

and after...it will be a lot curlier when the humidity returns.

I did my grocery run yesterday and the cashier was just about done checking my stuff when I reached around to my back pocket to get my wallet and it wasn't there. Oh great, I left it at home but she was really nice about it, no problem, we'll hold your groceries til you get back, so a fast mad dash home and back. Actually, that's the second time I've done that.

Re the flies, I know where they came from, just don't know how that many got in the house. We have two big yew trees, one on each corner of the front of the house and their berries have dropped and are moldering on the ground and the flies have been having a fucking convention out there, like an annual gathering of the tribes so that the younguns can find a mate. I don't ever remember this happening before but the flies are gone now replaced by these teeny tiny red bugs about the size of the head of a pin.

No further work has been done on the ditch, on my wax model, or on my Square store but I did spend 4 hours up at SHARE today. They decided not to change decisions made at the previous meeting and opened today to the public as a trial run and masks are now mandatory for everyone in the building which I was glad to see as most of the volunteers did not routinely wear one though I always have.

No catchy ending to wrap it up but the camellia started blooming so I'll leave you with that.