I have an extra ticket to a dance performance next Saturday, let me know if you’d be interested in accompanying me!
If there are more takers than tickets, I would think we can get more from the Summer Festival box office.
Update 6/20/07: extra ticket has a home.
Definition of a lazy person’s load: carrying too much at once to avoid the second trip.
Beast of Burden, originally uploaded by Roger Smith.
I heard this phrase from a former coworker, Susan, I think she attributed it to her mom. Wise woman. Years later, I still repeat it to myself as a caution. I notice I often try to “lazy load” stacking and carrying too many things at once. A teetering pile of stuff might, now and then, make it to its destination, but, more often than not, I will drop something and then need more time to rearrange, fix, whatever, to make up for trying to overload.
It’s been a strange week.
I’ve learned of several deaths in friends’ and colleagues’ families. Two of my favorite yoga teachers in town are moving to Chicago. My yoga studio ripped out a wall of equipment.
DTE decided to tear up my front garden again, this time to insert plastic pipes, 6 months after tearing up the exact same spots to do it with metal pipes, and about 2 weeks after I replanted the ripped up sections. They also piled several feet of soil dug out of the lawn between the sidewalk on the road on top of newly seeded grass where we had just fixed up damage done by the people who paved our driveway.
I went to a new hairdresser for the first time in many years. I had been with Jeanne for the last 12 years or so. And, Friday I had my last formal day at my old job.
Message to Dunrie: do not get attached.
I spent last weekend in New York and in Princeton. My aunt Christie hosted me in Astoria, Queens on either side of my 15th college reunion at Princeton, just as she hosted me on 4 fall breaks. I vacillated about whether or not to go–the job change had me schedule-flummoxed and decision-challenged, and I am so glad I decided to go. I had a completely wonderful time.
Car-free for a week now. Not going too badly.
Getting to the “distant” yoga studio has been easy. Once, I used my Go! Pass and made it to my yoga studio from work faster than it would have taken me to walk home, get my car, drive, and then park. Another day, I walked the 2 miles to the studio for a dance class and then got a ride home from a friend.
The weekend was super easy, as I was in New York and New Jersey, and everywhere I needed to go was accessible by train or subway.
This week has been a bit more challenging, husband is travelling and insisted on driving to the airport, leaving me without a backup vehicle. Groceries were easy: our CSA share from Tantre Farm arrived, and then I made a quick walking trip to the People’s Food Co-op for the rest of last night’s dinner of potatoes, chick peas, and rapini. Rushing off to the yoga studio seemed secondary to enjoying the fresh organic food in my own fridge.
I’ll have to wait until the weekend to pick up my prescription from Target (why are there no pharmacies downtown?), but my allergy pills will last me until then. And, if not, I’ll only sneeze and rub my eyes, nothing horrible.
It’s been interesting, having things a little bit harder to get around means I’m more careful with my time and schedule. This no-car thing might actually make me kinder to myself.
Last fall, Susan invited me to consider taking on Seva as the Dakshina coordinator for my local meditation center. This means that I am the point person for giving to our center and SYDA, the foundation that supports the global mission.
Now, this made me deeply uncomfortable for several reasons: I tend to avoid sharing about my spiritual path and I tend to avoid talking about money. My urge to spiritual secrecy is relaxing, though I am still uncomfortable talking about it with folks whom I’m not sure will be open-minded and supportive (that is, pretty much anyone outside the community). And as for money, my family lived in a wealthy area, but we had some hard times, and if I can, I hide both the lack and abundance of money reflexively. I think I’m also opening up here, learning to trust and share more.
So, after the usual fear and anxiety responses, I decided it was a perfect assignment to work on my “issues”.