I was a bit out of sorts last evening and this morning.
However, as I got into my car to get to work, I saw the first little rosebud of spring. I looked a little closer, focussed and took a picture.
Seeing the first little rose bloom of spring changes nothing, but these things help ground me in the here and now. It defuses imagined crises.
The past weekend brought some glorious weather for a dog-friendly music festival, Dogapalooza.
It was fairly soporific music without bass or many high notes, so as not to distress the woofies. It was just nice to have some chill-time with the fur baby.
There were hipsters, so many hipsters, and their beasts, from a toy chihuahua to a large great Dane the size of a shetland pony. The Dane, lazily lying on his side, rolled on it's back to allow passers by to pat his belly. His paws were massive. I wonder what he costs to feed?
I have been in a bit of pain recently, with my back. It is a longstanding niggle of mine. It used to be on the right side of my lower back, now it has settled in on the left side. I am seeing a myotherapist who is a fellow crossfitter, except she is really good at crossfit. Like, competition grade. I have tight, overdeveloped, overactive quads and hip flexors, and weaker, lazy glutes. It pulls me out of shape. I have to do lots of clams and glute strengthening exercises, which I used to do a lot of when I did pilates but don't worry so much about now. To my detriment, clearly.
It's a short week here in Melb, with a public holiday on Friday, bought back in by our new Premier after show day was "Jeffed"* some years ago. I am using the extra time to attack a few papers and presentations I need to write, and do some weeding. The weeds are taunting me. I asked a person from the grey army to come and give me a quote for the gardening but he got muddled up so I told him not to bother. Some weeding will do me good, anyway.
I am soooooo hanging out for Penang.
* Jeffed =laid to waste or abolished by Jeff Kennett, the 1990s Victorian Premier with a slash and burn mentality.
How are your glutes? Lazy like mine? Or taut and functional?
Any nice flowers in your part of town?