Sunday, July 20
I slept in, which was lovely. I stripped down my bed and put in a load of laundry. I emptied the dishwasher and then read some.
I drove to Sherwood to the Target to look for some decorations for the pre-IPNC wine dinner. I found some large, flat river stones that I’m going to use in place of place cards. I picked up a couple of metallic gold paint pens to write names down on the river stones. And then I bought some smaller river stones to place loose on the tables.
From Target I drove to the Mt. Tabor neighborhood for some much needed yoga at my favorite studio, Yoga Union. I went to the 3:30 Hot Flow class, which means the studio was hot like Bikram, and the movements were really challenging. This afternoon’s focus was on the shoulders. It was a great overall body workout, but a nice, strengthening shoulder flow. I sweat like crazy. And…I was distracted by a very cute, muscular twenty-something man.
Mid-way through the class he took off his shirt, and at first I kept trying to look away. I kept telling myself to focus! But I couldn’t stop peeking. It was like a train wreck, only beautiful. He was astonishing! I felt like a voyeur as I continued to glance at his perfect muscles as they rippled and hardened with each challenging yoga pose. I watched the sweat glisten on his body and, for a moment, I wanted to be the sweat glistening on his body! I had to cool off – only it was 96 degrees in the studio! The good news was that, after being in a fog for over two years, I realized that I wasn’t angry, sad or afraid of men anymore – if it’s fair to put my feelings into that light. The good news was that all of those negative thoughts were out of my system, and in a good, healthy yoga class I found my romantic prana. And it made me smile. Blush, too. It was an awakening.
After my class I took a cold shower in the locker room. I scrubbed my hair clean, and used an exfoliating wash cloth to slough off the dead skin cells. I felt clean and renewed after my hard and invigorating workout. I drove down to the Pearl District and met Kerry for dinner at Bay 13. I was in the mood for sushi. The highlight was their Manhattan with the luscious amarone cherry. It’s one of the best Manhattans in town. I also had the Bay 13 sushi roll with wheat-free tamari sauce.
We were seated outside on the loungey sofas with a view of the 24 Hour Fitness gym. We kept gawking at all of the cute men walking in and out. We called Susan and convinced her to meet us out. We were, after all, celebrating Summer Sundays. I came up with this concept back when we had an unusually hot spell in May. It was the Sunday of that weekend that we convened at Clyde Common and drank bubbles and I declared it the start of Summer Sundays – when we’d meet for good food, good cocktails, good wine and no worries bout the fading weekend. The thought was to launch the work week on a good note with an enjoyable Summer Sunday. It was kind of like a Jimmy Buffet concept, really.
So, tonight was no exception. Susan met us for dinner. The weather was great and there were so many attractive men to look at in this neighborhood – a perfect combination for this group of sassy, free spirited women!
After Bay 13, we walked along 13th Street toward Powell’s at the other end of the Pearl. We went to Mio Gelato and ordered our favorite summer treat. I had a small cup with one scoop of Mascarpone and one scoop of Cioccolato gelato. It was divine. We wandered through Powell’s and just loved being in the company of so many books. I didn’t buy anything, as I forgot my book list that I created at Summer Fishtrap.
I got home and was really content. My energy is good. I feel good – balanced and really happy. I could write that good things are to come. But, that’s life. You get good times and bad times cycling in and out of your days. I went through a bad patch with my accident and my current financial stress. But, I really do feel good things coming – both on the literary front and in the places in my heart.