Time Marches On

I'm still here!

And I am still doing outdoor yoga and loving it. Hopefully we'll have a few more weeks left of yoga-worthy weather. The days are getting shorter, which is making me sad. No more 8pm walks. :-(

I'm still employed. I've officially decided I love my co-workers, which makes work that much more enjoyable. I've been getting harassed for slacking in the baking department, so I think I'll make some cookies this week before I start losing friends.

I am going to the State Fair today. There will be a million people, along with every kind of fried food on a stick that you can imagine (Again, we Minnesotans are so much more diverse than hot dishes and Jell-o. We also create culinary delights such as Deep Fried Butter on a Stick [I'm hoping the rumor isn't true]).

I often walk around Lake Calhoun on Saturday mornings. Yesterday I walked the 5k loop, marveling at the beautiful weather and sparkling lake and wondered, "How could anyone NOT love living here?!" And then I pictured myself walking around the lake in about 4 months... sporting UnderArmour, UGGs, Columbia Sportsware, and mittens, and still frozen to the bone. ... So then I pushed that thought aside and went back to basking in the early morning sun.

My friend Abbey is very preggo.



She is due in just a few weeks and I can't wait to be a (self-proclaimed) Honorary Auntie! We had a small, intimate baby shower (with about 80 people) a few weeks ago. Here was one of my contributions:







Well, I'm off to Trader Joes to stock up on my fresh produce for the week. I think I'll need to detox with my lettuce, carrots, nectarines, and hummus after my on-a-stick purchases at the fair this afternoon.

Since my last post, I haven't had any particularly note-worthy encounters with bald, middle-aged men. I have stuck to my more intrapersonal yoga classes by the lake.

My mom came to visit last weekend and we had a great time. It was a special treat to have someone to walk with, watch TV with, and run errands with -- all things that I've become very independent in, but still enjoy the company when I have the chance.

Work is still going pretty well. I had a mid-week crisis (the melo-dramatic, fleeting next-of-kin to the mid-life crisis) and felt like all my therapeutic work with my clients was in vain, but that feeling eventually passed...for the most part.

Speaking of "fleeting" -- I think that summarizes the attention span of approximately 75% of my caseload. I don't usually post too much about my work, specifically, so here is a snippet. In the last week, you could have found me:

*Trying to decipher chart notes in a dimly-lit lobby due to a building-wide power outage.

*Animatedly singing "Five Green and Speckled Frogs" (Or is it freckled frogs and speckled logs? I usually just inter-change them) over and over again while my client did not engage, but rather, just looked at me, stone-faced, and head tilted, inquisitively.

*Toddler in lap, getting sand poured on my legs and in my socks, all the while smiling at the parents pretending I love getting germy, gritty sand dumped all over me. I sure do a lot of messy play for someone who doesn't really like to get messy.

*Drinking applesauce and pear baby food through a straw.

*Having a *Mashed Potato" party (the instant food variety, not the dance style)

*Making myself nauseaus by swinging on a big platform swing while, again, the client just watched me like, "What's this woman doing? No way am I getting on that thing."

*Intentionally losing at Speed. This was perhaps the most painful, as I loathe "cheating" to lose at games. This was actually for one of my (most favorite) adult clients, so I suppose it was worth it.

And with that, it's time to get dressed and head out for a walk and yoga by the lake!