Don't forget the giveaway down there !!!
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I am so over the whole Facebook debacle from yesterday. They finally fixed my page so maybe someone was actually listening after all. And didn't Google+ time things perfectly?? I suspect most of you woke up to big blue arrows on your Google pages telling you that Google+ is now open to everyone. This is also the day the big Facebook conference/announcements are happening, so Google got it right.
Anyway. That is all TOTALLY boring so we will move right on.
Pilates, Aqua x 2 and I am half dead.
My core, it seems does not exist. I went to what I thought was a beginner's Pilates class, and these athletes were whizzing into all sorts of complicated positions and my head did not want to leave the floor. Neither for that matter, did my rear end, when the suggestion was made to roll into that back thing - you know, where you pop your feet over the top of your head to touch the floor so you are rolled up like a pretzel.
My scientific discovery for the day is that there is too much of ME to do that. "It" gets in the way and will not allow the knees to touch the nose. Not to mention that I do believe that breathing is required to sustain life.
That was just after I also discovered that wearing a loose huge Tshirt instead of a clingy number was an error. When it fell over my head. Clingy numbers have their uses. One does not end up exposing one's flesh to the class. See above. And also, the teacher can see that YES I AM ACTUALLY OFF THE GROUND when doing a bridge because the voluminous Tshirt hides the fact that I am actually in the air, and not grovelling on the mat. Trying to breathe.
It is not pretty. But I am trying. I just wish all beginners looked like me, instead of dressing in lycra and being 40 years younger , skinny and very agile. Oh well. Moregranny in the back row is plodding on. My core and I will rediscover each other if it is the last thing I do. And it very possibly could be.
I crawled onto the couch last night and was asleep within seconds. I am showing every sign of being old. Too tired to even knit. Or watch TV.
Changing the subject completely - how do you all store apples? Do I wrap them in newspaper and put them somewhere dark? Any ideas would be great, because I don't know what to do with them, and we cannot possibly eat fast enough (see excess flesh above) to make space in the freezer. And my second last tomato mountain is glaring at me as I speak. I need to cook them now. Thank you. You are all so sweet.