Must be . . .

. . . crazy. Seriously the boulders/rocks blocking the bike path from cars have not moved in a week. I know I didn't imagine that they were in different locations . . . or did I? Maybe it was a dream?

Speaking of night, which is when most dreams occur, there was a horrible screeching sound that woke me up last night around 4AM. Some animal was clearly in distress. Sophie was upset and started barking - it wasn't a pretty sound. I couldn't get back to sleep and should have gotten up, but instead I laid there trying to convince myself to go back to sleep - but failed!

Back to morning and my bike ride. The weather report predicted rain in the late afternoon, but I figured I would chance it. Meteorologists, some times they're correct and some times they're wrong, and I have been married to one for 37 years so I think I have an interesting perspective. Whenever you see 50% chance of rain, why think it will rain? There is a 50% chance it won't. Go for the positive!

Anyway, somewhere around 3:30 - 4:00 that 50% became 100%! It suddenly started to rain, make that pour. But upon checking radar, it looked short lived and after another couple of short bursts of rain and thunder showers it looked like I would be fine to bike to Pilates. So at 5 I hopped on my bike and headed to class. The sky was dark and it was windy, but no rain.

The Pilates studio I attend classes is on Atwood Ave, a rather funky neighborhood in town. This is a sign I pass, turning to the Pilates studio.

I checked the weather again after Pilates to see what the radar looked like and all was clear. Granted it was a windy ride home and the wind was coming directly out of the north, which is the direction I was headed, but I didn't get hit by a single drop of rain!

On the menu for this evening was a Cuban pulled pork sandwiches and boy was it good. I made mine when I got home from Pilates. Pulled pork and ham warmed up. Add the warm meat to a nice chewy bun with mustard, pickle spears and Swiss cheese and heat on top of the stove.

This is not a Jenna inspired meal but speaking of Jenna, I need to get back to cooking recipes from her blog! I have been slacking off!

As I lamented yesterday, summer is quickly fading. It seems we are busy every weekend until mid September. Why are we so busy you ask? Well, my oldest son is getting married in September and between family reunions, bridal showers and volunteer commitments we have no free weekends. Add to that my Peoplesoft upgrade project at work and I am feeling a tad bit stressed. I require a lot of down time and just don't feel like I am getting enough right now.

Speaking of downtime, it is past my bedtime. I am hoping there are no animal distress sounds tonight.

Enjoy the quiet moments!

 

 

 

 

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Lucky for . . .

. . . the fox picture 'cause that was the only picture for the day!

Wow, it was a tough morning to get out of bed. I was tired from yesterdays bike trip to New Glarus but I also didn't sleep well. I woke up and was not able to return to sleep. I know we all have times when we wake and then that is it, we just can't fall back to sleep, but why does it happen when we are really tired and want to sleep? Anyway, last night once I was awake, I did get up and had a glass of milk. Do you think that drinking milk puts you back to sleep? It usually works for me, but not last night. It seemed like I was up for at least 2 hours shifting from one side to another . . . ARGGGGGG. And why does it seem like when you are laying there awake, your husband started to make noises! Does he normally make these noises but since I am sleeping I don't hear them? Whatever the answer, it was driving me crazy last night. Eventually I must have fallen back to sleep, because the next thing I knew my alarm was going off. I promptly reset it to 6:00 to give myself a little more sleep. I never really know if that helps or not.

Finally up and going with the normal morning routines - let the dog out, make a cup of coffee, clean the litter box, let the dog in, feed the dog, feed the cats, let the outside cat out and this morning, since I was running late, no run with Sophie. Although I had wanted to bike to work, considering that I was already running late, I decided that I should drive. I made my lunch, got ready for work and headed out the door. At the corner, who should appear, but one of our neighborhood foxes. We have a couple of adults and at least 4 kits living in the neighborhood. Sophie and I have run into them while running and we often see them running through the yards and across the streets. While I know they are wild animals, they seem to have adapted to life in the neighborhood and other than being cautious when their babies are around, they appear not to care about us.

Tonight was our second to last Tai Chi class. I haven't figured out if I like it or not. It is relaxing and I know that the Chinese have been practicing this for centuries, but I just don't understand the chi piece. Do I have to believe? Is this actually something that you really feel? I sort of get it. We are living breathing creatures, there must be an energy source within us. But can the "average joe/jane" actually feel Chi flowing through their body? Or are we simply feeling our blood flowing? I will continue to practice and learn.

Enjoy the moments!

 

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