Memento


Wherein Our Heroine Pieces Together the Bits.
Once again the weekend goes whooooshhhhh and here's Monday, staring me in my sleepy face as I blink like a turtle and try to re-figure out how the world works. Feeling like the man with no short-term memory in the movie "Memento," I am working backwards through my weekend.

The Sox won Game Two of the World Series. Dang. Wonder how they'll do without a home-field advantage.

Last night was my book club's joyous reconvening. We're a small group - just five of us - and the very premature arrival of one member's son (four months early, if I'm counting correctly) put our usual "how are we ever going to find a free day with all five of us going in different directions?" sort of scheduling into a universe that was beyond the reach of calendars. Little Max, just past his original due date, is now 11 pounds, home and well, and his mom and four "aunties" celebrated his progress along with our reunion.

Yesterday morning, Our Heroine sat at the front of a Yoga studio and thought, "What if I gave a Yoga class and nobody came?" But they did come. And I talked and demonstrated and talked some more (biggest thing I learned? Bring water). I was nervous in an entirely new and different sort of way: I had no butterflies, no freezing feeling in my stomach, but my brain would occasionally go blank, and something would fly out of my mouth that was so colossally stupid that it would jolt my blank-brain back into gear and I would correct myself and move on. By the time I felt like I was hitting my stride and doing well, it was time for final relaxation and over. But I did it! And people said nice things about the class! Second biggest thing I learned? Slow down.

Saturday evening, we didn't see the whole of Game One, as we watched the Sox' lead start to ebb away and figured that sleep was necessary. Who knew the Sox wouldn't find a new and creative way to let that lead go?

Most of Saturday was taken up by a private school fundraising carnival/tag sale sort of deal. It was part bargain-hunt (found a lovely pair of barely-worn trousers for Our Hero), part socializing (spending time with Maria and Pat, the recently-engaged, soon-to-close on their first home pals), and part helping Maria with selling small stuffed panthers (Maria works for the school, the mascot is the panther... so we shilled panther cubs for an hour). By the time Our Hero and I got home from our respective days (he had an all-day class, complete with midterm - yay.), we were already tired.

So - can I take today off to recover from my weekend? No? *Sigh*
Posted: Monday - October 25, 2004 at 07:48 AM         | |

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