Lazy Dame & Yoga Conundrum
Still in jammies at 2 PM.
Pretty sad stuff alright.
Checked the college's website, I am still signed up for the classes I chose & paid for in may.
So is the daughter.
Mystery philosophy instructor still not listed yet.
I hope it'll turn out to be the super former stand-up comedian that Gwen told me about.
*Fingers crossed*
All my instructors have been fairly good so far in the past few semesters.
Steff says if they hold yoga in the dance studio, we gotta drop.
It's too small and is mirrored , that's just too hard to deal with being both squashed and in 3 D / *ss in triplicate..
I don't need to pay to be totally humiliated.
Downward dog with an audience of 20 year olds is already daunting enough...
Processing
Today I am working on a poem that is a result of several comments and conversations I heard over the past week.
My daughter told me that the day preceding his death,on their nightly dog walk , my husband was discussing that his family ( mother & siblings) were seemingly going on without him.
She said he seemed sad to be forgotten.
Then in talking with the FBI case agent, he made it very clear that Tom's murder was not being forgotten.
So many people have worked on his case, and the base has not forgotten either .
There is a continuing effort being placed on the accountable person's
actions in the taking of a life.
He got his wish , but how is quite another thing. 
Rest in Peace
Dare I inhale
Too deeply
Lest it’s
Thrown away
No explanation
needed
My essence
Diluted by
Fury’s swift
Releasing
Freedom
To haunt hearts
Imprisoned
By
Sorrow's
Jagged
Edges
Yard Grumbling
I have massive weeds in my yard and it's too dang hot to do it myself !
That's what we supposedly pay Straight Cut Lawn to do.
AARGH.
Effers. 
And another thing, where was my brain 
when I spent $500 to make this mosaic shelf ? T he weather is so extreme here , that I can't figure out where to put it .Even with water sealant on it.
I did have fun making it...whacking tile is the most divine therapy ya know.
A tree like no other
Miniature
Mimosa tree
fuzzy
pink and white
petulantly
blooms
between
curvaceous
imperial palms
reminds
of a larger tree
in another place
and time.
Might be moving...again..soon
I am actually looking forward to possibly moving out east again, if my father gets an assignment to VA.
The thought of 4 seasons, and even the bitter cold doldrums of February , are making my nostalgia meter rise .
Living separated from my parents is also not far from my mind.
Close enough to see them, but not in the same building again.
My rules in my own 4 walls again are positively too delicious for me to contemplate. Last summer on vacation where Steff and I could do whatever we wanted was sheer bliss.
They have been wonderful on so many levels, but the adjustments have been hard .
My military brat ways ( that 's the itch to move every few years) are kicking in strongly, and in September the 3rd year is up here .
This house has been a mixed bag.The upkeep has been eating mostly my funds.
After years of living in rent, painting my bathroom walls turquoise certainly was great fun.
Now I am content to have someone else repair stuff , and a small garden that doesn't include a hoard of people busting into your backyard any given time of the day to weedwack your wires and blow dirt & grass into your pool...
I'll miss the pool, palms and my night time swims with the colored trail of solar lights flanking me.
Koi Pond ,before yard co. cut lilypad pond solar lights .
