I think this title is appropriate for how my brain feels when I’m studying my anatomy, Second Edition of Yoga Anatomy by Leslie Kaminoff and Amy Matthews. My partner, Julie (we have yoga partners assigned in class) loves anatomy and suggested this week we all do more reading in this book. (Definitely not my strong suit.) External intercostals, internal intercostals, innermost intercostals, external and internal obliques, my brain felt just like the picture in the book, like a bunch of red bands stretching in all sorts of different directions (if this was a map, I’d be lost in some hay field in Green Acres.)
I must have stared at the picture for 15 minutes, and all I could hear was the soundtrack from Green Acres. Remember that television show? I know some of you do! My wonderful teammates in the guest relations department at Virgin America chat on our trillion throughout the day. And the other day our beloved Paulie who simply loves the old stars, brought up Green Acres, good old Eddie Albert and Eva Gabor, and he quoted the first line in the theme song, and in no time we were all chiming in and every one of us remembered those silly words. And remember Arnold, the pig? I have always had a thing for pigs. (No, I’m not making a derogatory comment about Rick.)
So there I was a few days later trying to make sense of intercostals while singing the Green Acres theme song …
“Green Acres is the place to be, farm living is the life for me, land spreading out so far and wide, keep Manhattan just give me that countryside.”
I think those red bands in my brain are tied a little too tight.
The post I’m looking forward to writing is going to take a day or so, so that will be next week. Thought I would end this week with loose ends.
I’m continuing to practice speaking the instructions. Like I said a few weeks ago, not as easy as you would think. “Inhale arms up exhale forward fold, inhale half lift, exhale forward fold.” It’s not just the words, it’s important that your intonations match what you are saying. I practiced on Rick the other night while I was cutting his hair.
Cutting his hair is an event that happens about once every six weeks. We set up shop in the bathroom, and I get three pairs of scissors out and razors and the electric hair clippers. (Seriously, all of this paraphernalia is a total overkill, but we have fun. I can’t believe this dear man trusts me to do this, but my mother was a beautician so I must have some talent for this, you would think. My mom is probably getting a good chuckle out of us these days.)
I was chanting my instructions “inhale, exhale” and he calmly replies, “as long as you don’t cup my balls and ask me to cough, we’re fine.” I assured him I had no intention of studying to be a doctor, especially after reading that anatomy book.
This weekend we were supposed to go on another all-day hike on Sunday. Scott, our teacher, loves to take people hiking and/or sailing. Someone last weekend suggested to him that we go sailing on Sunday instead of hiking. It’s been reported that it was my idea, but that can’t be confirmed at this time.
The great news is, we are going sailing on Sunday on the San Francisco Bay. I am beyond excited because sailing is definitely on my bucket list. I have only been sailing once, and hope to do much more of it at some point in my life. And as far as the hiking is concerned, there is one final hike on the last weekend, so I’m sure we’ll more than make up for the missed hike at that time, and we can also hike at Angel Island this Sunday as well. Fun stuff.
Lastly, I ordered some of the cutest business cards for my blog. I absolutely love them. Since I’ve got more than I will ever know what to do with, if you want some to put on your refrigerator, hand out to strangers on the street corner, line your drawers … just let me know and I’ll send you a few. If you are a friend I see regularly, no worries, I’m sure I’ll have a handful for you when I see you next!
All right, I think that’s it for the silly stuff. I bid you all a wonderful weekend.
And please dear readers, send your positive thoughts on Sunday for a beautiful day on the bay.
I’m hopeful no one will chunder (another handy British term) on the boat. Tally Ho and all that good stuff.