yoga day 3 in a row

Day 3 in a row of yoga. I was out on the back deck in the heat for 40 minutes! I got very sweaty! But I managed to do almost all of my standing poses (I cut the ones that my feet slip the most on, because my feet were very slippery) and did a bunch of seated poses, plus my squats, pushups, and crunches. My thighs were feeling those squats all day yesterday, not in a bad pain way but in a good strong way. And I really like doing my yoga first thing in the morning out on the deck, even though it's hot. Sometimes a little breeze comes by and it feels so good.

Next: breakfast and large glasses of water, then attic work, then holy dang do I need a shower.

more attic adventures / game show network

Today in the attic, I discovered:
- my bedroom mirror! It matches all the furniture! I'm going to clean it off and get my dad to put it up for me.
- another box of books, some mine and some Gammy's (Nancy Pembroke: College Maid, anyone?)
- an entire box of my old hats (mostly very 80s hats with large fake flowers on them) and bathing suits
- a box that held every single one of the beaded sequin dolls I used to make (trash), my favorites from my adolescent troll collection (I may keep the astronaut and the bowling troll, and maybe the halloween ones), and all of the porcelain birthday figurines my mom ever bought me (one for each year, starting at 1 and going up to 17; I told her she can sell them on ebay)
- a middle school science project model of an atom made from wire and beads (blue for electrons, but the nucleus fell off so I don't know what colors I used for the other things)

I made it through maybe three boxes, but I also consolidated the trash and took it out. The trash today consisted of one box of my mom's school books, one very large box of crap, and two stuffed trash bags. So I didn't make a ton of progress, but I did take out the trash and that freed up a lot of space. Also it was hotter than Satan's flabby buttocks up there.

The next spot I have to dig through in the attic is the spot underneath where the prom dresses are hanging. I should probably do something with the prom dresses, too. I think even my confirmation robe is hanging there. But this first pass through the attic is just the pass to see what's there and throw out everything that needs to be thrown out. That's turning out to be a lot of it. The stuff along the right wall, where I've been working, has decreased by more than half. It's amazing.

Guess who was upstairs helping me in the attic? Yes, it was Mr. "No I haven't learned my lesson" Sammy Cat. Then he proceeded to sprawl at the bottom of the stairs as I lugged the heavy boxes down, and when I tried to nudge him out of the way, he just moved to an even more ridiculous spot in the middle of the narrow hallway next to the stairs. I'm just taking it as a sign that he wants to be close to me. :/ (Now he's laying by the back door and snoring gently in his sleep. Awwwww...)

I heart the game show network. Today I saw the end of a 1980s Press Your Luck (it seemed to be college week), an episode of The Newlywed Game from maybe 1972 (oh, Bob Eubanks, what a suave guy), and the beginning of a Love Connection from the mid-80s, before I turned off the TV and went to go get the wash. Now I'm off to the shower. Be glad you're not sitting next to me right now.

books 2006: Cavedweller, by Dorothy Allison

This book was great. I was into this book cover to cover. A little peeved by the ending--I expected it to end at one spot, but then it went on another chapter and I thought that would be the end but it wasn't, and then the actual ending wasn't really where I expected it. Good book, though. Just people trying to live their lives and make up for the bad things that happened in the past.