July 1st, 2008

krazy koati

This is the strangest life I've ever known

My mother said she was going to go to the Monday evening Open Yoga session. While I've been attending yoga classes reliably, I haven't gone to extra sessions, even though the classes are undoubtedly good exercise for me -- really, I could use most any sort of exercise, and you can't tell me Sun Salutations, in which you bend every way the standard-issue body does bend in short order, isn't quite a few sorts -- and I seem to be doing pretty well with them. At least the people running the yoga sessions say that my form is looking good and that they like the spirit I bring to it. I think for the most part that's because I've figured how to keep my back reasonably straight. That makes a lot of the poses look better even if I can't, for example, touch my toes by bending over, or even get anywhere particularly near my toes. But I think I get closer than I used to, so there's progress there as well.

So it seemed to me sensible to go in for a second session and after all what does it cost except a bit of time and what does it hurt except any muscles which end up sore the next day? So I went up after an afternoon of taking care of minor bits of shopping. (Normally, I buy shampoo two bottles at a time, and when I start the last bottle buy two more. I didn't do this last time, and had to resort to what you get left by hanging the shampoo bottle upside-down in the towel rack even for my fresh-cut and thus less demanding hair.)

There wasn't anyone gathering for a class when I got there. Nor was anyone aware of a class coming up in the near future. the guy there admitted it was possible someone had arranged a special class and that he hadn't heard, since the yoga center is surprisingly not the most rigorously organized culture around. I was welcome to wait around a while, of course, and I scratched the rather large dog they had around -- one of my life's goals is to be on good terms with any dogs I encounter -- but, ultimately, I came home without any yoga experience other than making a dog happy. When my mother got home she didn't mention the yoga experience either.

Trivia: Moses Bruines Cotsworth's reformed calendar had 13 months of 28 days each, the 13th month being Sol, fit between June and July. Source: Mapping Time: The Calendar and its History, EG Richards.

Currently Reading: The Final Circle of Paradise, Arkady and Boris Strugatsky. DAW paperback translated-Soviet-science fiction the way only DAW in the 1970s could provide.