All toes hidden, wearing that concerned torty look that dissipates fast when petted:
and I’m knitting bed socks, from happily dyed yarn from 2010:
They are tubular socks, with thread held double. Tubular socks do not have a sole or an instep. They do have increases and a wider tube where my heel will be. But it won’t matter how I wear them, they are always the right way up.
We got a 300+ page document from the lawyer of the manure plant today. Home work for the court case of next week. On top of all the documents from the past year and a half that I should study!
We put in a formal complaint, no big new documents ought to have been submitted since last Monday. But I have a nagging feeling it’s part of their strategy, that they are manipulating me and that I am doing their bidding. But to what purpose? Did they want me to put in that complaint? Do they want the hearing to be postphoned? Or do they just want to bury me in documents so I won’t be properly prepared? It’s a weird strategic game, this business.
I’ve taken up yoga. To deal with the hip bursitis and get some stress relief. Yoga…who’da tunk… Me and my nagging A personality on a yogamat, measuring me against other people and needing to be better. Me, an absolute yoga beginner! It’s laughable if it wasn’t so annoying.
Well, I’m trying to ignore that competitive side. It now seems I have another side buried inside me. A sweet, loveable side. One that doesn’t need to win. I like that side. I know it from when I was just turning the corner during my illness. I could lie on the couch in the cabin, and I didn’t need to do anything. Be anyone. I could just lie there, look outside to nature, and just enjoy the view, the sunlight, the time.
I like that side. I want to spend more time with it. I’ve given it Bikram yoga which is a hot, slow yoga where you cannot do anything else but be there and enjoy the time. It’s nice. It’s like tubular socks: it doesn’t matter which side is up, it’s all good.