Oooooh

Well, we had a bit of a hot spell last week and just as I was about to give up on my first avocado seed (that has sat there and done absolutely nothing at all!) it split!

Pow! 

I think it was possibly the heat???  Or maybe just time, I don't really know.

But yeah, it split and I was super excited.  Except it split on the top half... which.. huh?

So I gave it a few days, thinking I'd likely have to throw it out for dead and maybe it just split with the heat and not in a good way but this morning I noticed it had a tiny little root growing out of the non split base, oooh!

So now I have two avocado seeds that may be doing something....

One is split on the bottom "half" and there's a root growing out of that bottom.  The other is split on the top "half" and there's a root that has now pushed itself through the non split bottom.

Kind of cool to maybe be getting somewhere with these guys!

Hi

I had intentions to write last weekend and then I got distracted by something shiny or something.  And then I got a wicked nasty cold and couldn't write.

Cold is still.... around, but I think it's leaving, so am just stopping in to say hi, I'm here.  Sniff.  Achoo.  Happy Monday n stuff.

Hey!

One of my avocado seeds (attempt number three) is looking like it's alive!!!

The first one I ever tried with is still.... doing not much... the top of it has cracked but that's about it.  The second one I tried did nothing at all so it got composted.  And now this third one, it cracked significantly along the bottom, and now there's a... shoot (?) starting to make its way down the crack.

I may give up on the first one (but I'm still holding my breath on it for now!) and I do have another avocado in the wings (which reminds me, that probably needs to be eaten soon).

But yeah, I might have a functional seed, WOO HOOO!

Whyyyyy?

Dear Hoodie Makers,

Why do you print the interesting part (logo, word, whatever) right where it will be covered by my long hair, and/or, MORE IMPORTANTLY!!! by the hood!?

Because it seems what you're telling me is that I should only ever wear my hoodie (hooded sweatshirt) with the hood up if I want it to actually show the... whatever.

Why, y'all?  WHYYYY???

Signed,
Me, who rarely puts the hood up.

Don't Just Leave Them There

Have you ever picked rocks out of your tires?

It's strangely soothing.  At least I found it to be.

If you remember, I got some skookum new tires a few months ago when the dealership told me mine weren't awesomely safe to drive on anymore.

It was out of my budget, but I want to be safe in my little ball of metal, so buy them I did. 

Jason pointed out when he borrowed my car the other week, that there were a lot of rocks in the tires, likely from our camping trip the other month.  I said oh, ok and mentioned that with my old tires, I'd pick them out with my key when I saw them, but never really thought much about it.

He said it was better for the tires if I took them out (and would reduce road noise) and that I shouldn't use my keys in case they bent, so I found a little flathead screwdriver and went out to pick stones out of my tires.

First of all, it's kind of satisfying!  Second of all, there are SO MANY more stones in the back tires than front.  I'm not entirely sure why, but it's a thing.  Third of all... I realized part way through that I shouldn't just leave the stones sitting there, duh, or else I'd just drive back over them every time I came in or out of my parking space!

So now there's a nice little collection of small stones/rocks back behind where I park (and where no one can drive over them) and I look forward to seeing how large I can grow the pile over the years!

So yeah, pick rocks out of your tires... it's fun.  And then make a rock pile you can't drive over!

Ok, So Then?

So as if yoga wasn't hard enough as is, I decided to try a hot yoga class.  No, really, I did.

There's one in town that offers a Friday drop in for $10 and a really reasonable first month beginner price ($40) so that fits my budget so I thought I'd give the drop in class a try...

I sent them an email the week before saying "so... I'm really bad with heat... should I maybe not do this?" and they said, give it a try, it's not all that bad... which I expected them to say, but they were nice about it and I had no other plans, so I steeled myself and figured I'd give it a go.. it was only $10 after all.

I didn't bother bringing a towel, cuz they had some to rent and I figured a beach towel was probably not what they meant, and I honestly thought the need for a towel was probably an exaggeration.

Y'all? It wasn't.

I had no idea I had that much sweat in me.  I really am not kidding.

The instructor (is that what you call them?) was super nice and I guess she could tell I was super nervous (me saying "I'm super nervous" may also have been a tip-off) and she told me to work at maybe 60% of my full effort and rest when I needed to and drink as much water as I needed to (I had read enough to know to bring my full Nalgene.)

But holy smokes.  So.  Much.  Sweat!!!

My initial thought when I walked into the room was "damn, I'm glad I've been to Burning Man" because that desert heat that first year was awful, but I at least knew what I was getting into the next year, and so the heat of the room was... hot, but I was like "ok, it's only an hour, not a full week, plus days of driving... I can... survive this..."

So I tried to keep up as best I could, and I stopped to sit and sip water a LOT.  And then I realized my water was nearly half gone and it was probably not halfway through the class yet.  Uh oh.  So yeah, I started rationing my water.... in a hot yoga class!  ERMAGHERD.

And you guys, the sweat was pouring off of me. It was really, I'm not exaggerating, dripping off of me.  My face, my arms, my legs, just... dripping sweat.  Not stinky sweat, thankfully, but damn it was hot.  I can see why they're not kidding about needing a towel.  For reals. 

So on top of the un-like of the yoga itself, there was the added... un-like? of the heat... and the sweat.  So... so much sweat.  I really can't tell you.  But I made it through the class.  I lived.  And I took my drenched and soaking self home.

I'd texted Jason before I left that I was really nervous about the class and when I got out he'd texted back that I'd be fine it was "just yoga in a warmer room"

I laughed.  Somewhat giddy from the class, sure, but also because that was the funniest un-exaggeration I'd ever heard in that moment.  A "warmer" room?  HA!  HA!  HA!  NO!!!! 

I have honestly never sweated that much for that long, in my life.  I mean, I've probably had that much sweat, or a lot of sweat doing whatever exercise or run or who knows, but that consistent of sweat in that amount?  Wowsa.

But here, again, comes the "problem".  I felt pretty darn good after.

My shoulder arm wasn't dying.... none of my body parts hurt, actually.  And it was like I'd taken some sort of something... and was relaxed and happy and "peace and love man!"  For real.

And I was pretty good the next day too... calmer.. not sore or achy.... My skin, I swear, was softer (it had felt like it was rubbing off in the shower after class) and I felt.. good!  Oh boy...so now what?

So now I'm wondering.... am I going to actually try this hot yoga intro special?  Oh man!