Woke up: San Diego, California, USA
Went to sleep: San Diego, California, USA
How Do I Choose?
Living at the Chula Vista Marina in San Diego, our lives have become routine. We’ve been in this slip since June 13th and intend to remain here until we leave once again for Cabo San Lucas with the Ha Ha.
As I’ve said before, we enjoyed Mexico so much we look forward to visiting again, albeit, infinitely smarter than the first time around. I hope some of you will make plans to escape the long, cold, winter and visit us. The aft stateroom is always kept ready for company.
The dilemma I’m facing now is how to choose between the numerous things I want to do in a day. I realize we are each allocated only 24 hours each day, 7 days each week and 365 days each year, but I need more.
I Love Teaching Yoga
I’m teaching 8 classes per week. I offer four different formats. Yoga 101 is for first time yoga students. Yoga is for folks who know their way around down dog. Easy Stretch is for those who haven’t thought to touch their toes for a couple of decades and on Saturday morning I do the Ashtanga Primary series, a grueling sequence of poses designed to whip your butt in a good way.
I get so much positive feedback, it fuels my soul to read, study, learn and explore every aspect of this age old practice available. So, between classes I strive to read, study, practice, write sequences, etc.
Last week, Peter drug home, via the dinghy, the most awesome Christmas present in July ever. I named her, My Boat. Yesterday, I pedaled across San Diego Bay, about 90 minutes round trip. I packed a lunch for my voyage
I Am a Writer
Or, rather, I’d like to be. I plunked out 3,000 words about the five months we lived at anchor, never venturing into a marina. I call it Living on the Hook. I am working with a professional editor in the hope of having it published somewhere, someday. Stay tuned.
Habla usted espanol?
DuoLingo is a muy bueno on-line program designed to teach even the most left brained of us to speak Spanish. I refuse to go back to Mexico with no more Spanish than I left with. So, I try to work through the lessons cada dia pocito. Como se dice muy dificil?
Line dancing is like meditation. The moment your mind starts to wander you forget the steps. “One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.” That’s about as hard as it gets. Two times per week we practice and at Happy Hour on Tuesday and Friday we get to perform in front of a live – if not slightly inebriated – studio audience. Plus, the music is fun.
Each day, I try to call my mom to remind her of the activities being offered that day at the new assisted living facility where she lives. She forgets to look at the schedule and luckily I just happen to have one.
My blog has been forced to a back burner. I’m not even sure it’s still on the stove. But, I miss every one of you who faithfully reads my blog and I hope to come up with something really brilliant soon.