Oi. Let’s see… Well, After my last entry Tuesday came along and lo and behold the yoga class was that night. Mom of course sprung it on me at the last minute. There’s nothing new. Meh. Well, we got ready, went, signed papers and did the class. It was okay.
I found I’m not truly as flexible as I thought I was since my back is supposed to always be straight, but my Mom considered me very flexible. The teacher was nice and I picked up most of the moves well enough. She was impressed by my balance though. What can be said? The only yoga pose I ever really knew was The Tree and I really rather enjoyed it. It seems that despite I hadn’t done it for a while, it still hasn’t gone away.
I think my mom really came to understand what I mean about my inability to picture things in my mind, too. Around the end there is a long moment of meditation and keeping still. Mom told me during that time she envisioned the Rainbow Bridge and getting to see all her beloved pets from years past. I told her I couldn’t do that. All I could see was the backs of my eyelids, or pretty much just black.
Oddly, though, I can dream quite vividly. Colors can be amazing, views can be clear, there can be touch, smell and taste… but when I wake up, I can never imagine it again. I can’t see it in my head no matter how hard I try. I cannot recall the scents, the feelings or anything on a sensory level.  I can only remember it from a mental level… A level I cannot even quite explain to myself. Well, anyway… The class ended well enough.
The rest of the week was pretty normal. Dusting was bumped up sooner due to not doing it Monday, but other than that… pretty normal. Then Dad came home talking about a play and free tickets. Oi. Well even without my direct consent, I was apparently going anyway from what I found out last night. So much for letting me decide. Peh.
Let’s see… Saturday was pretty much the norm. I woke around eight thirty to nine, ate breakfast and stretched like mad since I was waiting on Mom for such a long time. We finally got out at nine thirty or so. We went to the park and walked her youngest dog, came back and then went on our hill walking with her older dog. During the walk I got into my religious discussions with her. It was a good talk, I believe.
After that I took a shower, did some chores and I think I took a brief nap since I didn’t sleep soundly the night before. Soon enough the time for grocery shopping came along. Dad and I got what was needed, picked up some lunch from Subway, went home, unpacked the groceries and I ate.
While eating, my Dad decided to put together a cat fountain for me. I would have rather done it myself since he doesn’t read all the directions like he is supposed to, but once he gets going, you cannot stop him. My cat tends to drink from the faucet. He’ll only drink from a simple bowl of water when desperate and it isn’t that much. Having seen cat fountain-style bowls before, I decided to look into them. Looking to the future when my eldest brother’s wedding occurs, I knew he’d be less healthy than the time we leave him come the time we return. I want him to live to twenty, damn it, so he needs to drink all the water necessary to keep his kidneys going.
Well, it was finally put together and it is working fine. With that settled, I decided to take a more official nap since evening time I’d be dragged off to see the play. I woke up an hour and a half before we’d need to leave. I ate a small dinner and then waited on my parents. My dad looked at me and asked, “You‘re wearing that?” Meh. I was dressed how I am always dressed… a tank top and a pair of jean shorts. It was going to be an outside theater during the middle of summer! I asked him, “Yes. Do you have a problem with it?” He denied, but then said the pants were fine but asked if I had a dressier shirt. Dad, you liar. Hello, eye roll.
I got up and told him I’d look. My brother was staying over for a bit and I stopped to gripe about it to him. One, Dad asks if I’d go but in truth didn’t give a damn about my opinion anyway. So now I’m going without a fuss mainly for them. Two, I found out it was an outside theater from my mom, which made the whole thing even less appealing to me, but I made no fuss and was still going without a fuss. Three, now my clothes aren’t good enough? Damn it! Isn’t it enough I’m even going out?  Hell, in the past week I’ve stepped out more than ever… Oi.
Well, we finally got going at seven fifteen. Arriving around seven thirty, we got signed it, got the tickets, saw some kids art gallery thing, then went to a kitchen area where they were giving out popcorn, cake slices and root beer floats. Mom and I settled on water and popcorn. Eventually the guy who put the thing together and such made a speech and then we all headed out to the stage where many other people were already at.
Our seats were really good, We were around the very center. We settled down, I assisted Dad with his camera since part of the reason he was there was to take photos for his job. The play then went on its way.
It was okay. The show was The Buddy Holly Story. Some of the songs I vaguely recognized and the cast was very good. Was I enthralled? No. Was I bored? Not really. Did I hate it? Nah. Did I like it? Pretty much. Admittedly I had slightly hoped that by the time the First Act was over the whole thing was over.
No such luck. At that time it was nine thirty. We had another hour. Oi.
The music was fine, the lead’s ability to sing and perform was great and some of the side characters were nice to watch. Admittedly I found myself glancing to the sky often though. Near black, the moon was going into its third quarter and the stars could be made out. It was beautiful.
Anyway, the play finally ended at ten thirty or so. There was a brief encore and soon we headed out. On our way home we talked a bit about the show… Mainly my mom and Dad, mind you. Then we got home around eleven. After seeing my parents off to bed, I just decided to go onto bed too. I’d be out walking again the next morning after all.
Well screw that. Last night was a poor night for sleeping. I think I got one or two hours at best. The rest was tossing, turning, laying – or is it lying? – dealing with needy cats and so forth. I got up at nine, ate breakfast and waited on Mom to get ready. We left at nine forty-five. Oi.
To our fortune, it seemed cooler today. Yeah, the park was hot as usual, but the hill climbing was accompanied by the faint breeze and shade from trees here and there.  Now we are back. I took a shower, dealt with the dishes and am now typing up this.
Meh. I don’t like how much more busy his year has been compared to last years. Oh, well.