barefoot by the strawberries and a whole lot of random catching up to do

I woke up this morning to the sound of thunder,  not the deafening noise that makes me jump and practically throw my back out, but the low, long rumble that lasts over a minute. I listened for the rain and heard it, disappointed that once again my early morning walk would be cancelled by precipitation.

I got up anyway, craving the fresh air and went outside barefoot, feeling the cool creep up the soles of my feet and ankles. I hadn’t changed out of my pajamas so I walked around in my floral coral number I got on sale when McAlpins went out of business years ago. I took my phone with me, too lazy to turn the alarm off, knowing that it was going to ring in exactly 8 minutes, the final wake-up call that beckons me out of slumber.

I stretched this way and that, lengthening my muscles, wondering what my body would feel like today. My hip and lower back have been sore for a few weeks, limiting my range of movement, but they have been progressively improving. I looked towards my strawberry patch and saw a few tossed aside, one bite taken out of them. Why doesn’t a squirrel eat the whole fruit? I walked toward the strawberries and peered under leaves, looking for the ripe ones. Sweet, sweet, sweet.

Conditioning class was cancelled last week so I was especially looking forward to going today.Stretching alone in my living room just isn’t the same as being with others. There were only 2 of us there, plus my little miss. I let her join in the class whenever she has the inclination and there is room on the floor for her. My knees: let me tell you about my knees! The last time I posted, I complained about them. They were killing me! But today I plie’d further down than I ever have before. Yeah! I hope this trend continues and that it isn’t just a fluke. I’m considering orthotics to help with knee and back pain.

my kind of barre 
So in the 15 months or so that I’ve been taking conditioning, we’ve only done barre twice before; it’s just not the focus of this particular class, but today, Miss Beautiful Ballet Teacher had us pull out the barre. It was awesome. It was slow and I could do it.  Thank you, so very much!  She repeated the movements and then did them again even slower. And then we did them again. (yeah, I need this much help:)

Two Mondays ago the barre was so overwhelming for me, I about got scared off from going ever again. I called Miss BBT before class  and told her I was trying to psyche myself up to going (yes, the previous week was *that* hard for me.) I asked her if she was going to use the same music and she didn’t even remember what music she had used. LOL. It had been fast-tempo Irish music. I loved it; I just couldn’t even remotely keep up with the pace, it was mentally and physically exhausting to the point of…well, I just never wanted to go back if that’s the way it was going to be.

an audition 
Last Saturday, my little miss “auditioned” for our city’s summer performance. Everyone who wants to participate can so she’ll be able to do the production. Another ballet mom who has done this before told me that girls her age don’t get solos. …I just deleted several sentences that I wrote; I’ll just leave it with this for now.

busy summer
I hope I’ll be able to make it to ballet this summer more often than not, but with rehearsals for the little miss for the aforementioned ballet, and swim meets for the older boys and soccer practices, I just don’t know how what it’s all going to look like. I haven’t received schedules yet for any of these things, but I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to squeeze some time in for me!

That’s it for the catch-up! Til next time.

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