Date Night: The New Wednesday Ritual

We’ve decided that since I don’t teach on Wednesdays in the summer, that Wednesday will be “date night.”

G recruits every weekend, so Saturdays and Sundays will find her in a sack chair with a clipboard watching terrible high school softball, while I sit home and binge watch Property Brothers.

So we’ve decided that every Wednesday we will take turns planning “Date Night.”

Today was the first one. Her date to plan.

The morning started off with us training together with Vince. Then we stopped at Night and Day for a coffee, and then it was home to our separate work.

I holed up for 3 hours with the book. She mowed and did other housework.

At 3 we took off for Corning. First stop: Driving Range.

I have not swung a golf club in YEARS. How many years? 6? 7? 8?

So we took drivers and split a bucket of balls. Her drives were things of beauty: straight and high and long. (She is a really good golfer.)

My first few drives almost beaned the cars parked in the lot behind me. But then I settled in and a few went straight. Not far, but the balls started to have a nice arc.

My form isn’t bad:

IMG_5077Head down, arm straight. Could use some more turn on the backswing.

Then, after we warmed up on the range, it was on to the main event: The blood sport of Mini Golf.

The greens were lightning fast on some holes, and super slow on others. A bunch of boys and their babysitter let us play through, but not before telling us that if we got a hole in one on the last hole, we got a free ice cream.

I told them we were playing for beer. The babysitter gave me a look.

It was neck and neck for awhile, but in the end, she won. I took it very seriously, though.

IMG_5079After golf, it was off to dinner. Tried a place we’ve never tried before in Corning called Hand and Foot (which I always want to call Hoof and Mouth, but that is a disease, right?)

It was fine. Nice ambiance, weird, but not bad little menu. They need to invest in proper stemware, though.  G’s IPA came in this:

IMG_1842Now the pressure is on for me to beat this next Wednesday.

Any ideas would be welcome.

The Week In Review (in pictures because I am tired)

I am tired. It’s been a busy week.

Let me review.

Got up every morning to practice.


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The tulips opened


We helped Vince move and went to dinner afterwards.20150510_192726He shared his gluten free waffle recipe with me today.
IMG_1694And then I went to Corning for my foil and cut.

IMG_1695I stopped at Wegmans for the waffle ingredients and got back just in time for Happy Hour Yoga. Met G and Owen at Yorkholo for dinner afterwards. Had one beer.  I am blotto.

Good night.

Spring break, Day 1. Boomer and I adjust.

G headed to Wilmington, North Carolina this morning with her team to try to  play softball.

Today is also her birthday. (She is 47 today. Happy Birthday, honey!)

She almost always spends her birthday on the road with her team. She’ll be home by St. Patrick’s Day though, and then we’ll celebrate her birthday in fine fashion.

In the meantime, Boomer and I are home alone, holding down the fort.



Boomer  is moping on the couch beside me at the moment. She knows that something is off, and she blames me.  She saw the luggage on the bed all week, and now it is gone, and so is G, and the TV is not on like it is supposed to be, and I am reading a book instead of watching Property Brothers, and everything is fucked.

We go through this every year. She’ll be pissed at me for not being G until tomorrow night. Tonight she will barf a large pile of something yellow and lumpy on the dining room floor, I will clean it up in the morning, then we’ll be even. She will have punished me for not being G, and we can then return to being amigos again.

She will resign herself to my ways, which are not so much different from G’s, but different enough that she gets peeved. She will particularly hate me in the mornings because I am not terribly responsive at 6:30 AM when she expects to be fed, but to appease her, I will drag my sorry ass out of bed, down the stairs to the Kibble Keeper, drop a scoop in her bowl, and then return to my cozy bed to contemplate the day ahead with my eyes closed for another hour.

G just called with an update. The bus picked up a nail in one of its tires and so the team is hanging out in some truck stop 2 hours from their final destination.

Yep. Everything is going well. As usual.

Friday night

It’s Friday night. I love Friday night, despite the fact that I don’t have a conventional job, and the “week” and the “weekend” are virtually interchangeable for me.

I don’t get paid on Friday. I don’t even work, so I’m not even spent from the week.

I am amped from the week, actually.

Right now I wish you could see me.

I am sitting here, on the couch, in my pajamas and NaNoWriMo hoodie. There is a margarita at my left elbow, and G’s head is on a pillow at my right elbow. She is reading The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer, which I have been talking about ad nauseam ever since I finished it at the beginning of this week. (I am so happy she is reading this! Whee! We will have so much to talk about in the days ahead.)

My week was terrific. I taught my yoga classes, I figured out my March offerings, I wrote my newsletter, I took on a new Health Coaching client.

I am particularly happy about that client, in fact. I really like her and I felt a particularly strong connection to her, and her story. She is exactly where I was this time last year. (Which was NOT a good place. I was recovering from wrist surgery, unable to practice yoga and addicted to pain killers.)

She is not addicted to pain killers, but she is suffering from shoulder surgery and is in a lot of pain.

I had a lot of help digging myself out of that pain/depression hole last winter, and I hope to provide that same kind of help to her.

So, yeah. It has been a really good week.

Also: The sun has been shining despite the wicked temps. The bears are waking up, despite the wicked temps. There was a “bird report” on my Facebook feed today. They are starting to “sing” again, despite the wicked temps.

So yeah.

I found myself saying to my class tonight: “Life is simple.”

Life IS simple. Or it can be, if we don’t complicate and muck it up with our expectations and our judgments.

I hope you are enjoying your Friday night.