Quiet day. A couple of friends are coming by, Zippy has been jonesing to make some new england fish chowder - there are piles of onion, potatoes, butternut squash, and kale ready to go. We did some minor cleaning - decluttered the dining room table, removed a dog kennel (Elo, the normal resident, has not been hanging out in there since winter hit), swept, rearranged, cleaned all the glass. It's a wee bit less doggy and messy. I also made a pass at the slush with a shovel to prevent a freeze-up later tonight, and we hit Stop & Shop.
The new year's yoga marathon is over - 108 sun salutations last night, and a two hour yoga / meditation juggernaut with Barbara this morning. Stick a fork in me, I'm done. Tomorrow will be a well earned day off, yoga wise. Kind of an irreverent practice, in some ways - I was next to one friend which was nice, and behind one of my teachers and her friends who were entertaining. (As Barbara mentioned that "good stuff was coming up" one of them said under her breath "Bring it...." which made me laugh, and then during Vastistasana, one of them almost got felled by a large potted plant that she had been ducking all practice (it was packed, we were mat to mat, and she was right up against the studio plants pushed into the corner). As they laughed about the attacking palm, I caught the giggles and fell out of side plank as well.
It was to warm the heart to be in a studio of 60-70 people wegded in on a cold winter day, practicing yoga. As we started, the first snowflakes fell, as we headed towards Savasana, the snow turned to rain, drumming on the roof. Come in she said, I'll give you shelter from the storm......
Now I'm listening to Bill Morrissey (North) - a perfect album for a cold, wet January day. And drinking a rare beer (Newcastle, left over from our June Gemini party, a 12 pack lasts a year around here) And our first guest is here, so I am off to visit!
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Bill Morrissey. Jeez. Standing Eight was the first album of his I bought. I can actually remember the first time I ever heard Morrissey's voice. He was being profiled on ATC. I was on my way home from the ad agency where I worked in Farmington. I was in the center of Farmington, stopped at a red light when I heard that deep voice. I pictured him being about 6 feet four. 250. Saw him at the Iron Horse a few years after that and learned the truth. Tiny Irish guy. Looks like a jockey. Still love his stuff. One of New England's big voices.
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