My Kentucky backyard this morning… The fog is actually fog here, not clouds like in Costa Rica!
Did another yoga class yesterday, it was much harder than the first one and I LOVED it! It was taught by my friend, Cindy, at her massage and yoga studio in downtown Lexington. I’d forgotten that I was Cindy’s first teacher: I taught her how to teach fitness waaaay back 25 years ago when she and I worked at mom’s residential holistic health spa in Stamping Ground, KY. I forgot until she introduced me to the class as her teacher. Everyone turned to thank me…
I’m sure it was a little shocking: I looked much like I did yesterday AND I’m in terrible shape to boot. I can still touch my toes and I still know the names of the poses, but my “expertise” ends there. They probably thought Cindy was just being nice on account of some delusion I was harboring.
The point of that wordy windup is that I was so worn out last night, I fell asleep at 10p, then woke at 5a. I love getting up early, but am usually awake too late to manage it. Drinking that first cup of coffee, waking up with the sun, is the best. So the sun is hidden today, no matter. It’s the rainy season here, too!
The kitties live here with me: Mia, Kaiser and Dracula. Guess which one is Dracula? When I opened the door to go outside this morning, a bat who’d been sleeping on the screen door woke up and whizzed past me. That was interesting! Winchester is so lush and green, cricket and bird songs are constant. So unexpected the way this place reminds me of that place. Gotta love it.
I’m staying alone in this gigantic house – more pictures soon. Time to go to mom’s, see what she’s up to. Have a great day!
“They probably thought Cindy was just being nice on account of some delusion I was harboring.” You have got to be one of the funniest people I know! (AND you have such a talent for humorous writing.)
I too tend to stay up too late to get up early. I say that I (usually) enjoy “having gotten up early”–but like Woody Allen and death, I’m not too crazy about being there when it actually happens.
What a nice sweet place to come from…
Barb Whitt, one of the most wonderful nurses in the world, and we have her here, grew up in Winchester. Barb and I work together at LKMC and she describes Winchester just as you do and she’s promised to take me there for a spring trip in ’11. I love Kentucky. I would happily summer there, bats and all. (what’s one more old bat gonna hurt?)
Much love to you Sara.Thanks for singing. I love Joe Cocker.
Plenty of rain here if you’re missing it!!