I cannot believe I haven’t blogged for four days in a row. I mean it’s not like I have a valid excuse – I’ve felt well. In fact that’s been the problem. I’ve felt so well I’ve done stuff that resulted in needing a sleep due to over exertion and a liberal increase in the consumption of codeine – basically double what I usually take.
You may (or may not) recall that our Tuesday afternoon Armchair Yoga Group at the local oncology centre got evicted from the room that’s been used for the past couple of years. This was due to a new programme starting, the need of the room for chemotherapy in the future or just because… because we got conflicting information on this point. Anyhoo we weren’t to be put off yoga-ing because it means a lot to all of us that attend. Some of us would lunch and natter beforehand and some would attend just for the yoga. Now it wasn’t officially identified as Armchair Yoga but basically since not many of us, other than the teacher, could even contemplate getting their legs behind their heads (or in my case not any more) and we sit in a chair to do it – Armchair Yoga seems appropriate.
It involves Piranha, no that’s not it, Panorama, oh bum, don’t tell the teacher, wait I’ve got it, it’s Pranayama which is breathing – of course that’s always a good thing, but this is breath control. I have to say I used it when I had my Hickman line fitted, my PICC line and during my recent MRI.
Anyhoo other members of the group have been looking at new venues, and indeed may have found one, but in the meantime we’re rendezvousing in our lounge, not as an official yoga group just as a bunch of friends meeting up to wiggle things about in front of each other!
Therefore since Friday the house is possibly the cleanest it’s been since, urm, well {hanging head in shame} months. B offered to give the hob the once over before he went to bed this morning, there was a bit of pancake batter that had missed the pan on Saturday lurking on it, and he was surprised when I said ‘Okay.’ Alright I did then say ‘It’s alright I’ll do it later’ but since he keeps telling me to take it easy he had to do it. But I’ve had a whale of a time doing other stuff – which I’ll tell you about tomorrow if I remember.
So this afternoon our first yoga-ist arrived and was met by our official welcoming committee ie, Bud. He wagged, he picked up and ran round, still wagging, with his raw hide bone,, he licked and then he did the leg press thing – when he wants fussing he leans his little furry body against your legs generally when you’re seated while you attend to his tickling requirements. And then more and more people turned up and he was spoiled for choice and so excited – we’d reached full stiff legged, arched back waggy mode by this time.
Once we were all seated, there were eight of us, I moved his mat so it was between me and the next yoga-ite (what do you call someone who does yoga – if you jog you’re a jogger so maybe yogar) and as she said it looked like he had his own place in the circle. Bud settled down with his chew and then nodded off whilst the potential new accommodation was discussed and then we started with the exercises.
We interlaced our fingers with our arms out in front and raised them over our heads and Bud’s head snapped up as he surveyed the goings on with a perplexed look on his face. He then got up, did a quick round of the room and came back to me but wouldn’t settle. I got him a treat and he lay down to eat it but then got up again and put the front half of his body on the settee and just stood there. I scooched over, Bud jumped up next to me, like right next to me and settled down. And he was quite happy to stay there until we did a standing stretch which caused a little looky at what exactly was happening this time. But he was such a good boy (because he is, he is a good boy) and in fact someone said he I didn’t know where he lived he’d kidnap him – Bud at this point was snuggling with him.
We get to do it again next week and it’s just dawned on me if I can stretch it out until Christmas I won’t be having to do any pre-Christmas panic cleaning as B will have really kept on top of it! YAY!!!!!
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Once again I need a Brit dictionary. What’s a hob? And what’s a rodeo, that is edible, by the by?
Sounds like you’re feeling much better!! You have to admit, from a dog’s perspective armchair yoga must look a bit bizarre … especially when it’s a well known fact that all visitors come to see the dog, not the owner (at least that’s what Pip tells me!).
Julie – a hob is a cook top.
What a good boy! I’m afraid that our crazy Lacey would have never been able to settle with all those people around. She jumps up on folks with nary a concern of where she is landing and has unfortunately shown precision accuracy in respect to where she um…..hits men. If there were any men there, they’d be wearing protective “cups” to the next meeting. I believe
a yoga-er is called a yogi. :o) So glad to hear you’re feeling better! And a yay for B cleaning. He’s such a good boy too!
Yay, indeed! And what a good boy, B!
Good to hear you’ve been feeling so much better and that your yoga group is coming to your digs… great story about Buddy becoming a Yogy/Yogi… stay warm with the weather cooling down!