I am frequently entertained by the language I hear in yoga class. We in the class understand exactly what Kelly means when she says "Find your best cow." But if a stranger were to walk in off the street, they would find this uproariously funny.
Another funny yoga expression is "cactus your arms." Sharon and Joy and Herman and I and the others understand this perfectly. But that hypothetical stranger would certainly wonder. For starters, who knew that cactus is a verb?
OK, enough of that. Here is my Thanksgiving loaf. It was gone in about 20 minutes.
And here is my walk in the woods. A tree really did fall in the forest. Right across my path.
On the loom, some samples of Summer & Winter weave.
Signs of hope in the ever-changing Department of Houseplants. It appears that my Christmas Cactus may actually bloom this year, for the first time since 2019.
Just finished reading The Mambo Kings Play Songs of Love by Oscar Hijuelos.
Also finished reading They Came Like Swallows by William Maxwell.