MTB

Monday is my yoga days with Beth, who I have grown fond of.

I came home from work and, as usual, I tried to think of reasons not to go to yoga because of that silly, tired feeling you get after a long day of sitting on your ass in front of a computer.  Or reasons why I should drive the 3/4 mile to the gym rather than walking in the 18 degree weather.

My senses got the better of me so I bundled up and walked my ass to yoga in that 18 degree weather.

Well, I got there because, really, there’s nothing better than starting a manic Monday with a little bit of yoga and Beth wanted her class to continue feeling the love coming out of the long weekend and the holiday and continuing into the the December holidays.

After having been broken up for a bit over a week now, ironically, I certainly felt the love, and have been feeling the love from my siblings and parents as they have been incredibly supportive, along with my friends, as well.

And when I came out of the gym that’s smack in the middle of downtown, there was a wonderfully serene feeling as the winds had died down and the 18 degree weather felt refreshingly crisp and clean.

Wait, was the city serene or desolate?

Well, that’s neither here nor there since I live in downtown Minneapolis.  I’m going with serene (desolate).

The human body is amazing.  When I returned from Atlanta I didn’t think I could face this cold.  The thought of single digit and sub zero weather just chills me to the bones, makes me cringe, and seems unbearable.  But really, when it comes down to it, we humans adapt.  I mean, I’m a great example of this.  At 5:10pm I wanted the to drive to the gym that’s only 3/4 of a mile away and then I’m walking out of the gym in the same weather at 7pm and strolling down the streets back to my condo.  We are truly adaptive.

I’m feeling handy now that I’ve completed some home improvement projects in my condo.  My husfrenn, Peter, gave me an extra drill he had so I had to go out and buy some drill bits to take down a cheesy, unfinished, rudimentary wine rack the previous owner built into the wall.  There were five shelves.  Five shelves??  Who needs five shelves for wine in a one bedroom condo??  Not this girl.  I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like to get my wine on, but that’s a bit much.

  (I just tried to turn that photo upside down but it did not work.  Notice my feet at the top of the photo!)

I’m going to open this bad boy up and take down that wine rack like a mother.  And I’ve been trying to give away the perfectly pristine wood since the rack was not stained.  My friend, Mike, at work refused the wood.  How could he??  He’ a woodworker on the side and he refused my wood.  So while I was shopping at Home Depot, I went to say hello to Maria, the paint counter girl, that I became friendly with.  One day, at that Home Depot, I ran into one of my ex-bf’s college friends and an extremely awkward conversation ensued.  This was happening right in front of the paint counter and Maria happened to witness the meeting and feel the awkwardness.  After we said our farewells, I started talking paint with Maria, and she confessed that she wasn’t sure if she should interject in this awkward convo because she said it seemed I needed saving.  Awww, how thoughtful!

So, anywho, I recalled that the other paint counter dude told me that Maria did woodworking, so I quickly synthesized the two and two and had an epiphany!  I asked Maria if she still did woodworking and offered her my old winerack wood!  She said yes!  Success!  Now I won’t have to throw out that wood.

Man, that love is just going round and round.

And now I’m really feeling the love.  Yeah, Gentleman Jack’s loooooooove.  Mhmmm.

 

 

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