There are about five minutes left in the blueberry season so we are down to stretching them out in a distracting construction of granola parfait.
Here at home we have this confounding, ever-rotating regimen of extra-curriculars to shore up the ballet conditioning, what since about two years ago it became obvious that dancing ballet would no longer be appropriate to keep in shape for learning ballet, let alone avoiding repetitive strain injuries. & then, yk, she's just a little girl, so somehow I am always roped in & held fast to whatever, game & ever-ready to strengthen or lift or strap or tax or whatever.
We hold fast to a daily duet of a basic Pilates matwork routine, which ... I mean 20 minutes of everyday Pilates isn't going to make you big or huge or super-strong like Dwayne The Rock Johnson. Pilates is basically structural, like, you have muscles to hold you up, so use them instead of being lazy and all that damn slouching. Because of that, the thing about Pilates is that it digs into where you are weak and full of laziness and either you commit or you quit, who are you going to be?
As Baron Baptiste says on one of his class podcasts, How you do one thing is how you do everything.
The rest of the workouts are Kristina Nekyia's inspirational stretching videos, laps in the pool, a drop-in yoga class, walking lunges up & down the street, hula-hooping, studio-cycling, whatever. The point is: last week, we started Yamuna's Body Rolling, Fille & I, and she feels really good and I feel amazing, like Tilda Swinton's vampire in the Jarmusch movie. It makes me feel guilty to listen to all of Yamuna's high-minded chatter about alignment and structural integrity when one of us is going to use the work as heatproofing to go in and dance with her whole body weight supported only by two toes on each foot.
The reason I feel invulnerable & Fille feels "really good" is probably because I am not tearing myself down with 2-3 hours every day in the dance studio. God Almighty, the thought of it makes me want a massage!
Ok, so really, school starts Tuesday & I am not ready for the cooking & the packing & the eating, let alone how we have not yet bought new pointe shoes. Thank God our heat wave has ended. I mean, it was so hot we had turned on the central air. It had been five years since we had done that.
I gave in to the lure of the Bullet Journal. I am a to-do-lister, planner-er, listmaker, calendar-keeper since ever, so a lot of the raves and oohing & ahhhing seemed to me to be a. millennials who had never written a thing on paper before or b. those motherfucking whore perfectionist makeworkers who can not possibly have a whit of polishing & preening left over for the bedroom after this kind of nonsense. (God Almighty!)
The thing was, I saw the "creator's" video & ok, but it is just making a planner. I am familiar with a planner. I bought an ok-for-me, right-sized planner from Orange Circle Studio, & got on with the first week in August & was fussing in the forecasting & squishing four people into the grids & it was two weeks on two pages, but the monthly grid for each month immediately prefaced the pages for the week's layout ... but I felt like I really need two pages for one week. I saw another planner, also from Orange Circle Studio, in the line from which came a pretty sensible-to-me wall calendar we used to use -- it had room for 4 discrete "schedules" weekly, on two pages, but the month-layout pages were all together in the v beginning and I was biting my lip a lot & then I realized: I can lay out a "bullet journal" the way I want it to be. Like how do I miss my Filofax, come on!
More than that -- how do I miss having a life which fit into the Filofax (Week on Two Pages Diary)? Believe it, I swear. But now I have notes & dates & lists & forecasts & so many people that I am still ultimately responsible for & (are you sitting down?) delegating a task is no guarantee of completion. Not even if I have delegated it for more than 10 years! Wowee!
Anyhow, yes, it is very spare and full of texts and headers. I find the artwork of any boughten planner is a distraction so I would never spend time making my own artwork. Good Christ. I dug out some old Lotta Jansdorfer A5-sized bound book with an elastic & got to it. (Omg, no binder rings jamming me in my hand!) I mean, yk, the thing is, it has to stay simple bc I can't read my own penmanship 15% of the time. I do like the heart signifier on things I want to remember. And otherwise, the elimination of scratching things down on tiny pieces of post-its or trying to cram [whatever] into a pre-made space around some old fonts or artworks should free me from that jail bc I can use the whole page.
Look at this first-draft of a love note I eked out on a Post-It earlier this year.
Look at how that clearly says Even at a peak of health, you have bad popsicle fat, in my opinion.
I found it cleaning my desk & shredding a load of correspondence & re-allocating other conditional gifts for which the contract has dissolved. After I puzzled over it for an actual day, I passed the note around to all the people who live in this house. No one has a better idea than the ludicrous non-sayism bad popsicle fat.
Maybe that is what I wrote. There were a million complaints about my perceived insensitivity. Guess what, I don't care xoxoxox