non-bleached

as luck (or something) would have it.... there's a yoga class starting today at work after the end of the day. i'd tentatively planned to go to this if i could talk with the instructor about if it's possible to modify the instructions for me. when i looked over the release form today, i found it did have a section for pregnant mothers. i asked the organizer about it and she doesn't think it'll be a problem for the instructor to adapt the positions for me, because she's taken her class before and there was a pregnant woman who attended. so that's good. it's pretty convenient and it's cheaper than any other yoga place in town (minus the 'by donation ones'). i'm excited. i haven't done yoga in several years, and mianh tells me that pregnancy hormones makes a girl really flexible. excellent! my regular flexibility leaves much to be desired.

i meet such interesting people at the hospital when i do my visits there. last night i visited nine people. i have a selection of standard questions that i use to generate conversation. such like....
- have you had many visitors today? (which segways into their family and friends)
- are you from kingston originally? (which can lead the conversation either way.... either if not 'what brought you to kingston?' and if yes 'what highschool did you go to?)
- what do you like to do with your time when you're not in hospital? (gets us talking about hobbies and interests)
- do you live on your own? where do you live?
- what did you do for work when you were younger?
- did you come from a large family?
- have you been sleeping ok at night? how do you find the food?

i've found that people are quite happy to talk about their lives and sometimes i can really see them light up when they talk about things/people they really care about. it's fun! yesterday i met a perfectly nice woman, but every question i asked her was kind of a dead-end. i've never had someone willing to talk before who was impossible to generate conversation with. no family, from kingston, lives alone. i seriously had nothing to work with. oh well. she was still nice. another women i met was telling me about her about her workplace when she had babies. afterwards i figured out that this was during the 1960s - so the 'madmen' era, which made it all make sense. first of all, as soon as you started showing you had to quit your job. then six weeks after the baby was born, you could reapply for your job and if your employer liked you he'd hire you back. sheesh! that's terrible! just awful. she was pretty matter of fact about it. while i could tell it bugged her, she still had a 'that's just the way it was' attitude.

sometimes i forget how much i like certain foods. for example, brendan and i are crazy about eating salted peanuts (we're seriously hooked). but when we run out, if i forget to buy some for a couple weeks they're totally off my radar. and grapefruit! shannon gave me a grapefruit last month. before that i hadn't had a grapefruit in years, but since then i've started eating grapefruit for snacks! this happens often. it seems i'm selectively forgetful. i often forget things i say moments after saying them while an argument with b is in progress. it makes him mental. anyways, i'm looking forward to my grapefruit snack.

you will pull strange gifts from the heart of the trees.