13: As Floyd Turns
1. Like a football game is compromised when the weather is bad, I learned that my poem reading game is affected by cold drizzling weather. I was a little off rhythm at the first annual Poetry Slam at Floyd Yoga Jam, but still it was fun to participate. See HERE.
2. The Yoga Jam program was my bible over the weekend. I kept it close, not as a festival attendee looking to find the next yoga class or band but as a reporter looking for the names of class teachers and bands I was covering for our local paper.
3. Last week I posted on Facebook “waiting for my doctor in an examination room by myself always makes me feel like I’ve gotten in trouble and am in time-out,” to which a friend commented, “If I ever have to wait for a longer time than usual in a waiting room I take all of Band-Aids that are in the drawer.”
4. I saw a few disco balls over the weekend, and if I had felt well enough to stay up for the late night Yoga Jam show with MC Yogi, I would have seen a star shower light show. But I didn’t, so I guess I’ll just look at photos from a past year HERE.
5. The disco ball in the picture above hangs over the Yoga Jam main stage. I also saw THIS one when my 6-year old grandson played us a funny Techno Chicken youtube video. It cracked everyone up (pun intended).
6. And somehow I came across THIS protest of a hundred or so T-Rex’s on the White House lawn and haven’t been able to get the image out of my mind.
7. At one point over the weekend I had a Yoga Jam wrist band on one wrist and a hospital wrist band on the other (after getting an MRI for tracking an internal cyst), which was kind of a mixed message.
8. THIS is how much I love Yoga Jam.
9. It was a weekend of firsts. It was my first MRI. I had breakfast in bed for the first time ever and bobbed for apples for the first time (after my grandson Bryce saw our bounty of picked apples and got the idea). Also, my grandsons incorporated me into their zombie game by casting me in the role of a zombie victim that needed to be protected while I was lying in bed resting.
10. The grandparent equation: My grandkids take the most energy, but they also give me the most energy. How does that work?
11. And I was THIS close to paddle board surfing for the first time. I didn’t because I wasn’t feeling good, but having my grandsons do it for the first time was even better.
12. “The room I entered was a dream of this room. Surely all those feet on the sofa were mine. The oval portrait of a dog was me at an early age. Something shimmers. Something is hushed up. We had macaroni for lunch every day, except Sunday, when a small quail was induced to be served to us. Why do I tell you these things? You are not even here…” This Room by John Ashbery
13. Crimped shoulders crack / Where the cold holds me back / Summer is like a childhood / I’ve outgrown -More from The End HERE.
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September 6th, 2017 10:28 pm
Great TT! The trump poem was great as well! It says a lot about who are commander in chief is and that is all wrong!
I paddled surfed about 3 or 4 years ago! It was something I really wanted to do when I first saw it! You will love doing it!
September 7th, 2017 8:30 am
11 I had same experience when my grandaughter was here so weak but loved watching her
September 7th, 2017 8:30 am
I must think of a way to afford more books for relatives
September 7th, 2017 9:52 am
Oddly enough, I usta BE a T-Rex!!!
September 7th, 2017 10:41 am
I suspect someone ahead of me took all the band-aides the time I went in for stitches on my hand. The nurse was frustrated.
September 9th, 2017 7:20 pm
Very intriguing TT. I hope the testing comes out with good results.