Odd Language

Yoga ends, I change my clothes. Tie my shoes. My hand slips the lace.

I swear.

didn't you just finish yoga?

I take a walk, a boost of juice with a side of espresso;
an extra shot -
on the house -
because I am patient -

A smile thanks her. She did not need to do that, I just finished yoga.

Find a seat, I bump the chair. I do not spill a drop.

I swear.

what's going on with you tonight?

Odd.

Yoga, basically.

Welcome, everyone. please, choose a spot on the floor. mats are available in the corner.

make yourself comfortable. breath in slowly, through your nose. exhale slowly also through your nose.

pull yourself into a ball. roll softly back and forth to warm up your back and spine.

now stretch. do a sort of push up. bend. stretch again.

lye flat on your back, palms up and open yourself up. breath deep. in through your nose and out through your nose. relax. let your mind slow.

now take a moment to thank your body for helping you through the series of exercises this evening. we'll see you again next week.

my room's a mess

My room may be a mess, but I'm sitting here at my desk writing about nothing because writing about nothing is a whole lot more fun.

House Keeping Item #1 - There is now a word verification text box to fill out before you post. There has been a couple of, well several actually, robot posters trying desperately to get our attention by posting not so interesting comments on my not so interesting blog.

In the end, the jokes on them because they've wasted their time writing a program that searches out sites that receive more than one hit a week.

The verification thingy is a little annoying, but I think we can make a game out of it by asking commenting visitors to use the word provided to them in their comment post.

In closing, since by item #1 I actually meant the only thing I had to write about on this post, I leave you with a picture because pictures make words more enjoyable by giving us a thinking rest for a while.

My room is still a mess, but at least I cleared some cobwebs away from this place.

(mom is doing much better today. I got word from Mands that she'll be in Recovery getting all the physiotherapy she can handle)

Miss you terribly,

--b

It's science

I like my room warmer rather than colder.

For the past couple of weeks I've been without a heater in my room at school, the old one conked out on account of too much dust getting inhibiting the filter, which slowed down the heat manifold conduit and made a mess of the circuit board.

But I can tell that you're bored with all this circuit manifold talk so I'll skip the technical jargon.

What's important is my room is warm again because I picked up another one a few hours ago.

It's toasty warm in here now. Perhaps now I can get some work done.

(that might mean I end up writing more here, there are so many things I haven't been writing about for so long. I get tingly just thinking about it all.)

early morning thoughts

here are some point form thoughts while I write my poetry paper. I haven't taken the time to arrange them in any particular order; at least, I don't plan to.

- I have a toque on because my heater conked out two weeks ago and when I got me money back without my hassle it never occurred to me that it would be cold for another two months.

- I can't, for the life of me, make a good cup of coffee.

- my roommates love to celebrate a goal by tapping the same spot on the the floor in the living room/ceiling of my room with their foot and all their weight.

- I think I was possessed when I wrote the last paper for this class and did so well. I am afraid that I can't possibly do as well this time around. I peaked too early.

- I closed my door as if it makes a difference to do so when I live in a papermaché house.

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