||[Apr. 30th, 2008|05:03 pm]
So I'm feeling a ton better already. Long about mid-way through brunch the nausea cleared and then they brought us some really yummy carrot cake.
The big-shots from the county that I had hoped would be there so I could ineract w/o appointment, socially like, had begged off, bummer. Still I'm sure it was a good thing to attend.
I think today's class went well. One of the students, Marlene, who would not take no for an answer even though she should not be in the class due to real physical issues wasn't there - I'm sure the other students are not sad. She is terminally late eveeery time. I'm thinking she got scared off by Tilda (another student - opinionated and blunt as hell, I like her, thanks Tilda you can say things that I, as an instructor cannot) Marlene should be coming to Gentle Yoga, not Hatha and hopefully I will see her there. She's in complete denial of how impaired she is and it's not actually an issue, there's a class for her but she slows down the Hatha class (read frustrated students) and she scares me with her sudden revalations like oh, "my balance is bad today 'cause of the oxycotin"... great.
So here we go, this evening I'm trying to use some of our vast reserves of frozen food for dinner.
I've just got the (not frozen)organic brown basmati with garlic, spices and turmeric going and will soon put some frozen flounder fillets topped with frozen shrimp and something or other to perk them up into the oven and then make a salad.
We have a veggie tray left over from Monday evening's meeting - not used, I can incorporate that.
Meals are always a trip - one of my favorite subjects in school was "Home Economics" wierd huh? but I kind of get off on domestic management.
Later there'skid homework and a session of "build an IKEA bed" for my oldest. This shouldn't take long.
Tomorrow's Tae Kwon Do - the instructor's hard core, serious business. My abs are sore now and we will do so much more, makes my Friday class load so much easier to deal with - a picnic compared with this one hour of living hell.
what does not kill me makes me stronger