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Nov. 6th, 2005 01:16 pmMy flokati rug is in the dryer right now, and in a little bit I will be bringing a warm and fluffy wool rug home to the boat. Not having a softer surface has been interfering with my stretching (for instance, I just don't practice splits on a wood floor, gah, I'm just too old for that shit and I always get bruises on the inside of my knees). And I think the cozy rug will be nice on those long dark evenings in the barge when rain is bouncing off of every exposed external surface and resonating throughout the interior. I love those nights, especially in the sleeping loft where the rain is right overhead and it is almost like being in a tent in a rainstorm. (Which is a lot of fun if you are warm and dry and not too bored. I like off season camping.)
I have always loved water, but it is still startling sometimes about how much water can be involved, the heavy rains we've been having, the incredible amount of noise they can make, and looking out to see the clouds (water) and the rain (water) hitting the surface of the lake (lots and lots of water). I've been thinking a lot about the implied textures, how smooth the lake is late at night, and how different it is in the wind than it is when the water is still but the rain is hard.
Anyhow, you can see why a fuzzy wool rug would be important, and probably why many of my evenings have been involving warm sweaters and hot chocolate.
I also just gathered up many of my wool socks. A friend of mine in the lab was referring to her Imelda Marcos shoe collection. Well, my shoe collection is very boring (especially now that I've found the perfect martial arts shoes and am not between switching five or so pairs in varying states of decrepitude). For heavens sake, when I go out clubbing I usually wear my favorite pair of wrestling booties. But I do seem to collect wool socks... Pretty heathered rag wool socks. Warm and fuzzy merino wool socks. Technical hiking socks. It's hard to find pretty, functional wool socks. (My brother, amazingly, found me pink and green and black argyl knee highs that actually fit over my calves. But such finds are rare.)
Have to remember to grab the weather-proof biking tights, too.
Survived wushu. Parts of it were fun, but my stamina wasn't great, and my stances were feeling pretty weak on Saturday. Not sure how much is that I'm just out of shape (I guess I really need to take up running) and how much was circumstantial. My crouch stance to bow stance transitions are coming back, though. And I can do resting stance, though I can't hold it for more than a minute or so without my ankle attempting to emulate a citrus fruit. My back is still really touchy, but I think it's doing better -- it whines at me a bunch, but when I've gotten the awful headaches, they've only lasted an hour or two. Still messing with my metabolism, though.
I have always loved water, but it is still startling sometimes about how much water can be involved, the heavy rains we've been having, the incredible amount of noise they can make, and looking out to see the clouds (water) and the rain (water) hitting the surface of the lake (lots and lots of water). I've been thinking a lot about the implied textures, how smooth the lake is late at night, and how different it is in the wind than it is when the water is still but the rain is hard.
Anyhow, you can see why a fuzzy wool rug would be important, and probably why many of my evenings have been involving warm sweaters and hot chocolate.
I also just gathered up many of my wool socks. A friend of mine in the lab was referring to her Imelda Marcos shoe collection. Well, my shoe collection is very boring (especially now that I've found the perfect martial arts shoes and am not between switching five or so pairs in varying states of decrepitude). For heavens sake, when I go out clubbing I usually wear my favorite pair of wrestling booties. But I do seem to collect wool socks... Pretty heathered rag wool socks. Warm and fuzzy merino wool socks. Technical hiking socks. It's hard to find pretty, functional wool socks. (My brother, amazingly, found me pink and green and black argyl knee highs that actually fit over my calves. But such finds are rare.)
Have to remember to grab the weather-proof biking tights, too.
Survived wushu. Parts of it were fun, but my stamina wasn't great, and my stances were feeling pretty weak on Saturday. Not sure how much is that I'm just out of shape (I guess I really need to take up running) and how much was circumstantial. My crouch stance to bow stance transitions are coming back, though. And I can do resting stance, though I can't hold it for more than a minute or so without my ankle attempting to emulate a citrus fruit. My back is still really touchy, but I think it's doing better -- it whines at me a bunch, but when I've gotten the awful headaches, they've only lasted an hour or two. Still messing with my metabolism, though.
