Tuesday our high here was 83 warm and glorious degrees. At the house we had the windows open wide, and the breezes were wafting through the house stirring up dust bunnies from under the furniture all day. Dust bunnies are a small price to pay for the soft spring air, but it was a bit disconcerting to come across them out in the middle of the room. There, out in the open and testifying to my lackadaisical housekeeping instead of skulking under the sofa like any self-respecting dust bunny should.
Mark and I spent about half an hour jump-starting our little Miata convertible. We felt very ashamed to have let her battery run down, but it was such an unpleasant winter we never even thought about taking her out for a run. Such a game little car. All it took was a five-minute jump and she was back to purring like her old self again. Now that convertible weather is here, we won’t let that happen again.
We aren’t the only ones with spring fever. In the morning I arrived at one of the yoga classes I teach at 9, as usual. I came from the beautiful weather out in the parking lot into the small room where we have our classes and it was hard to be indoors. When my students began to arrive they were all saying how much they hated to come inside. There was a short pause. Well why not? we all thought at the same moment. So class was held outdoors on the pool deck, a first. Fortuitously, I had already planned to do a class of “chair yoga” so that meant people didn’t have to be down on the pavement. We all had a great time with it, and as soon as class was over people were saying, “we should do this again!”
