So, I’m trying to write a novel. Did you know that it takes up a lot of time, this writing a book thing? Not that I’ve gotten very far, actually, but even just thinking about it all the time takes up a lot of time. I’m determined to get it finished, though I’m betting it will be more novellaish than novely. Whatever. No pressure.
I joined a yoga studio. Turns out I only thought I’d done a little yoga in the past: this is totally different. I took a class from a wonderful friend of mine while pregnant, and I took some classes at a local super-gym that never closes. Neither of those experiences prepared me for the sweat-soaked, hard-core workout of the yoga studio. I love(!) it. I’m addicted after just a few visits. I want to go every single day, but I think I’ll have to settle for four or five days a week.
I had to go to the doctor this morning to discuss my ears. I was astonished to discover that my hearing is normal. He said my eardrum looked like hell but was working just fine. So, yay! When I left the hospital at 10am, I was secretly, desperately hoping that the food truck would be outside because I NEEDED a taco. I drove past like four taquerias on the way home, but they weren’t open yet. After I got Willow from school, we went to the grocery store and got all the stuff to make tacos except the shells, because Trader Joe’s didn’t have any. Now Willow and I are going to walk to the grocery store before we go get the kids from school. Tonight I am going to make and then eat tacos until I can’t move. It’s the little things that make life good, right?
Spring is here. All the trees are flowery and buddy. The bulbs I planted five years ago are up and right now the windows are open. I’m more of an autumn girl, but you cannot deny that spring is really nice.
Time for that taco shell run. I’ll try and get in some Spain stories this week. I daydream about it all the time. In fact, most of the time you could say that I’m still there.