Monthly Archives: February 2011


It has snowed several inches in the past hour. Unfortunately school isn’t closed (that I can tell), and I have to face the elements to teach yoga tonight. This time I’ll rely on R’s transportation and hopefully that will all go peacefully. I have this hunch that I’ll get dropped off at the rec center just in time for them to close due to inclement weather. The snow is falling in thick, heavy flakes. Occasional gusts of wind knock heavy chunks of snow from tree limbs on to the roof of the house. It snowed through the weekend. Rained through the night. This kind of snow is heavy. Watch the news for roofs to collapse. Hopefully not this one. Wish me luck!


a drab retelling

Today I am being left alone to work. And I’ve already been quite productive. I might even sit down and read by the fire for awhile. That reading might even be unrelated to school. (Gasp!) It’s just that I’ve already got some good work today, which usually doesn’t happen until late into the evening. I might also go to the store. I think I’ll make lentil soup this afternoon. I don’t really need to go to the store for that, I guess. It’s very cold out, and I don’t want to go outside. I know I’ll feel better if I do. This afternoon I will, at the very least, pull on my boots and walk down to re-water the chickens. Their water keeps freezing over. If I make that soup, I’ll have scraps to feed them, which they would like. So, maybe I’ll do that. I might also walk the dog this afternoon. I know we would both enjoy that in the long run. Yesterday, when it was about 7 degrees, we went for a long walk (3-4 miles), R, S, and me. On that walk we discovered that the local Blockbuster is closing. It was the only place in town to rent movies, except for Redbox, which has it’s place but a very limited selection. I find this development to be startling. I don’t rent movies often. R does all the time. Like, he watches a movie almost every night. Still, if I needed a movie, it was nice to know that there was someplace I could go. During the walk wherein the closing of Blockbuster was discovered, my legs became very cold and started to sting. When I got home, I walked around my warm home for about an hour without any pants on, and it still took nearly an hour to warm them to the touch. My legs were covered in red, itchy welts. I think I’ve heard of cold-induced hives. Anyway, it’s all fine now. (That’s what he said.)


Yesterday was so lame that I hesitate to relive it through writing. It was almost completely about my attitude, but still. First, the boyfriend and I are on the outs. When I asked for a ride home from yoga, he said he wasn’t my chauffeur. I then asked about the nighttime bus routes, he thought the closest one would drop me downtown. Unfortunately, I do not believe that we live in a world where it is safe for women to walk alone after dark. I try to avoid it whenever possible. It was cold outside. My car was stuck at the bottom of the driveway. (Later, he would say that he didn’t know that based on our conversation that he had refused to give me a ride.) Thusly, I had to spend what was already a very busy and exhausting day, shoveling snow, chaining up my car (I had to do this several times, threw a chain twice. Broke it a third time. Slid sideways down the driveway several times, rather quickly, I might add, careening toward the Porsche. Fortunately, I never slid into any of the cars that were in my path. Eventually, after kicking up a lot of ice, I made it to the top of the driveway and safely parked. All of this because he wouldn’t give me a ride, even though he had nothing going on and his car is four-wheel drive, and gets around wonderfully. I wasn’t going to beg. 
The day could have been easier, and to be fair, today has been much better. I’m staying home and getting work done, which feels good. The rest of the week has been full of work for other people, teaching, projects, but nothing to do with my own dissertation or projects. If I don’t get to work on it at least a little during the week, I freak out. So, that’s what I’ll be doing this weekend. Working. And relieving stress by doing so.


I’m watching/listening to cars spin out as they attempt the hill in front of my house. Tomorrow I will probably have to put the cable chains on my car in order to get to and from the rec center to teach yoga. Tomorrow I have a long day of yoga to teach. First, one hour of power yoga (subbing for another instructor), then one hour of endurance yoga (the one I normally teach), then yoga foundations, which is a workshop and pose breakdown. After that, I have what they call a safety audit, wherein I will try to quickly memorize the 2 minutes/40 breath CPR thing that we have to know to work at the rec. After that, I will have to decide whether or not to run–something I really need to do, but won’t want to after all of the yoga and the work of the day.

I haven’t ran all week, which is a first since the semester started. I’ve been running 2-3 miles about four times a week, and, like the result of all exercise, I feel great. Usually, exercise is not something I look forward to. In fact, I am always irritated by people who say that pop is too sweet or running is an addiction. Shut up already, will you? When I can, I get my headphones and watch Jersey Shore or some other popular show on MTV. Don’t get me wrong, I *love* these shows (and all of my trashy tv).

This might be annoying. Not as annoying as saying that candy is "too sweet" or that running is fun. BUT, getting cardio really makes me feel much better. I have more energy during the day. I sleep better at night. I crave fewer fatty, sugary, and/or salty foods, and I can focus my brain on stuff like writing a dissertation. I know it’s good for me, and right now I really need to take care of myself–something I am usually good at doing. This fall I let my fitness go. I did the bare minimum yoga, and allowed myself all kinds of comfort food. I didn’t want to be too hard on myself. I think that was the right approach, given that I was partaking in what were very stressful preliminary exams. I did, however, gain weight and all of the sluggishness that goes along with it. The weight loss has been slower than ever before, but I’m feeling good, and I’m sure I’ll bounce back eventually. I might not be as thin as I was in Utah, when I rode my bike, ran, played tennis, and practice yoga (usually all in one day), but I’ll find a weight I can maintain.