minutae

It was such a lovely day. It would have been a lot nicer if I could have sat outside in the back garden and read or something, but not having a garden or the time to read, really, killed that quite nicely.

I'm currently working on my character history for the Elder's LARP. It's going fairly well, but it's getting out of hand already. I'm eight pages in (twelve was the set maximum on account of a character history that I wrote for another game being a mere thirty-six pages!) and no where near done. At least clawfoot, one of the storytellers, is willing to read it in its entirety. But I still have to include a reference sheet for both her and the other storyteller, wildelf, for dates and times and such. The irony of this is my previous character for this game had a character history of a mere three pages, because I was keenly aware of wildelf looking at me when the page limit was announced. *sigh* Infamy...who needs it? :P

That aside, it was great to play again. It was even more fun to dress up a little and wear a pair of boots that I hadn't had on since before I was pregnant. My feet were unhappy by the end of the night but I just didn't care...I felt good.

Right now, the baby's trying to decide if she wants to sleep or cry. She fusses for a bit, then settles and looks ready to drop off into dreamland. But, can't have that! So she fusses again. Silly tired baby. Sleep now, sweetpea.

Adventures in Yoga

I finished doing a fairly simple yoga routine with lots of standing poses (I really really love standing poses...tadasana [sp?] or mountain pose is probably my favourite). That said, I discovered two things that are a major hindrance to not only this specific routine, but yoga in general.

Thing the First:
It's very very hard to do a workout that's supposed to relax and rejuvenate you when the baby's being cranky for no reason.

I had to put Tabula in the other room because I started shouting at her. She was really getting on my nerves, but once she was in the other room, she stopped being fussy. :P

Thing the Second:
This apartment is not set up for yoga. Period.

Part of this is the @#$%ing coffee table. The coffee table either needs wheels or a sledgehammer, I can't tell which. Now, just so you all know, the coffee table was a Christmas gift made for us years back by fuzzpsych's father. It's sturdy, it's heavy and it catches on the rug everytime it's moved more than a couple of inches. To make matters worse, it has to be moved mostly off the rug so that there's enough space. It goes off easy enough, but it needs two people to get it back in place without a lot of swearing. It's on my "replace" list for this reason alone. It's a good piece of furniture, but it's become...aggravating.

For this routine, you need wall space for two of the poses. The only "wall" space available (for the most part) is a closed door. Which is neither practical nor efficient to the workout. So that means that there are two poses that I just simply cannot do, which is a shame, because they look like really good stretches.

So that's what I was doing about an hour or so ago. Sounds like fun, don't it?