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  • Foster Cats

    ByElizabeth

    On Saturday night, two foster cats were delivered to my house.  I have been living without any pets for almost a year.  I have only spent six years of my life — three of my college years, two of my law school years, and this past year after my cats of 21 and 18 whom I had adopted in 1988 left their bodies — without a cat or dog (or gerbil, hamster, rabbit) in the house.  Early in the year I was grieving.  As the year progressed, I came up with different reasons why I wasn’t ready to, or shouldn’t get another cat.  In the last month or two, I noticed that I had not gotten a cold since Becky passed.  I was starting to think that maybe I had a choice between feeling somewhat empty for the absence of pet energy or being sick.

    On Wednesday, I responded rather casually to a plea to find foster home for two adult cats who needed a home because their current home-maker was suffering from cancer and would not be able to keep them.  If they did not find a foster place here right away, they were going to be shipped to Iowa in the cargo hold.  They had already been adopted from a shelter once, and are not a good age for easy adoption at a shelter.  So I have taken them in, theoretically on a temporary basis, but they are growing on me fast.

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    Afternoon Nap — Sometimes a Necessity (Like Savasana)

    ByElizabeth

    Sometimes, the best thing to do is nothing.

    The past few days have been very full.  Last week was an intense week at work.  I am enjoying having a house guest and deepening a new friendship.  The workshop sessions on Friday night and this morning with Amy Ippoliti at Willow Street were wild and rich with information and play.  I always enjoy teaching my two Saturday classes.  Among all this activity, I hosted a little dinner party last night, which was quiet, but bubbling over with conversation.

    After the workshop this morning, instead of going right home, I rode to Dupont Circle and had brunch with a fellow yogini, after which we walked up to Columbia Heights through Meridian Hill Park.  We had a fantastic time talking and catching up, and I loved doing a little exploring in a part of the city that is outside my usual haunts.

    All of these activities were healthy and life enhancing, but still, it was a lot.  Just as including savasana is critical to assimilating the benefits of a good yoga practice into the fabric of being, taking a nap this afternoon before having one more evening of visiting with my friend Elisa and my getting ready for a couple of jam-packed, demanding work days, the sweet rest of a Sunday afternoon nap was critical for me to allow all the delights of the weekend to settle and integrate, to feel rested and enriched, instead of feeling like I need another weekend to rest from the weekend.

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    Afternoon Walk

    ByElizabeth

    After eating homemade popsicles.  This week’s variation:  lemon, lime, with white nectarine.  The liquid was an chilled tisane with herbs from the garden; the sweetener, local honey.  The farmers at the market were packing to go home.  Tomatoes and peaches only $1 a pound.  Tonight–cucumber and tomato salad with the second cucumber of the year from my own garden.  The salad to accompany whole wheat pasta tossed with garden greens, herb pesto (basil, parsley, arugula; garlic in the pesto from a friend’s garden), and white beans.  Later in the week when it gets cooler, slow-cooked tomato sauce and white peaches poached in wine (perhaps turned into popsicles).

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