I spoke to my Granma on Mother's Day. I love her. She couldn't hear for a while through either ear due to impacted wax (I've handily just learned that mastication is useful in clearing out ear wax - so, everybody chew your food more!) and we went for a good month without chatting. It totally bummed me out. Now she can mostly hear and we've had a couple transPacific phone talks. This most recent one did a lot to show why I've been blogging so little.
Granma: What do you do for entertainment?
Me: (silence) Nothing.
Granma: Nothing?
Me: Yeah. Pretty much nothing.
Granma: Don't you go to the movies or dancing?
Me: Well, the dancing isn't really good and I've been doing homework rather than going to movies. (Side note: I still haven't seen either of Christian Bale's Batman performances and I also neglected to watch Iron Man...my movie going muscle has atrophied I do believe.)
Granma: (makes a disapproving noise)
Me: We watch TV!
So, there you have it. I go to class, I do homework (usually - am just about to start reading tomorrow's unit...after I blog, naturally), watch a little tellie, and well, this week is exciting because I'll be teaching a Chakra Vinyasa Yoga series starting this Friday.
Not a lot going on. Truly. It's not like when I say there is nothing going on and I'm driving back and forth over Snoqualmie Pass because of a crush pissing me off and sending me in search of an AnyBoy to lash out sexually upon. Probably in part because usually I tell people about that. After I've pieced it together from the photo evidence.
Which sort of reminds me of the likely to be long and ongoing thing that looks to happen: big time energetic cleansing.
Uh oh.
No, not uh oh. More like, oh joy! Cause I have been slowly working towards the work. Prepping myself. My Witch Mommy once said we have to first be willing to be willing. I've been on Willing Part 1 for a good...oh, two years or so? Willing Part 2 could be said to have begun when I arrived at SeaTac Airport.
I'm sure it'll go splendidly. That my newly forming support system here has the capability to hold me through the process. That my cheer leading team back home will wish me luck at the away game. That I'll remain myself, only a shiny, clear, open, and more functional version.
Though, now that this is out and about in the world I think it might be a good time to tell you all to pick up a pen, find some paper, and cough up the air mail postage and send me some mail! I don't know that it'll help a huge amount, but the paltry number of postcards I've gotten is shocking. Hope to, folks! I love me my mail, and since we can't all go get a pint or cupcake or take a Yoga class together, mail is the next best thing.
