I’m still dubious about Lululemon itself

I have just about had it with BF’s bad router fu.

By which I mean whatever brand of router he buys, whatever model, it does not matter; it only works fairly well for about six months before it recalcitrantly refuses to continue working. The routers have constantly had the issue of hiccuping and causing all the computers in the house to have to reconnect, and some of the computers are too stupid to do this automatically so we have to unplug and replug the router to restart the whole process. It is stupid. And this morning my computer just wouldn’t put up with whatever alien signals the router is putting out, and to write this I am using the free crappy wi-fi from some neighbor (“gregg”) who didn’t secure his setup with a password.

It has been failing so often lately that I think the time is ripe for a-fucking-nother router. I’m wondering if BF shouldn’t teach me to set up the next one, so whatever bad setup juju passes through him to the router will be preempted. (Incidentally, BF’s bachelor’s degree is in computer science, and this is the only area where electronics refuse to roll over and behave for him.)

I spent much of yesterday organizing and editing my manuscript. I managed to put it together in a way that I think makes sense, but I need to read it through again today. I’m pretty pleased, and I have an idea for at least one more chapter (even if I don’t know where to put it), so with luck I’ll be able to hit 40,000. I don’t think I’ll go much above that, though. With all the pictures it might be enough. We’ll see.

Another piece of yesterday was spent watching the first third of The Postman – no WAY am I watching that movie in one sitting, my brain will melt – and it’s just…not a good movie. It reminds me of nothing so much as Heaven’s Gate, which is just an unfortunate movie all around, so uneven, pieces of excellence poking out of thorough mediocrity and dullness. Anyhow, this one, which the crew cleverly nicknamed “Dustworld” during production, is somewhat less excellent in those pieces. It’s sometimes entertaining but mostly it fails. I sort of doubt that my opinion will change through the remaining two hours, but I’ll let you know if it does.

I also went to yoga, and it was yet another of Jennifer’s totally innovative classes. We worked up to this posture, and the actual name of it is so much of a mouthful (triang mukhaikapada paschimottanasana) that I’m going to call it half-virasana. Then we did about 8 variations on it, and came up into wheel out of it and came down out of wheel into it, which was hard but awesome, and we worked into and out of half-moon from it, and generally it was just an interesting class. The foci were quadriceps and backbends, which seem weird to put together in a class, but the emotional effect was unique – grounded and energized, supporting each other. We did a hanuman backbend thing (which I thought was a variation of either pigeon or anjanayasana, but Jennifer called it hanuman variation), and I bent my knee and touched my foot to my head without using my hands to pull. It was cool.

I hadn’t done yoga for five days, and during those days I’d been either sitting, sitting, sitting to work on the book, or I’d been standing up in the kitchen. So my lower back muscles were practically frozen. I loosened them up, but oh were they sore when I got home. I heating-padded the area when I went to bed and this morning I feel so much looser and happier. Missing that many days in a row is so baaaaad.

So my local Lululemon store offers free yoga classes every Saturday. I think the way it works is that the studios rotate who’s going to lend teachers out for these classes. September is apparently the month for Kathleen’s studio, and the person she had recruited for this has had to drop out. She sent an email out asking for people to volunteer to teach the Saturday morning classes during September. I said I’d do it if no one else more qualified wanted to, and she agreed to give me one of the classes, on the 12th of September.

So I’ll be teaching that one. A class full of people I don’t know, and I have no idea what kind of class I should teach or how long it should be, and how am I going to memorize a routine well enough to teach it by then? But I’m going to teach! In like two weeks! I’m so excited! And petrified!

I’m going to go to the free class tomorrow morning just to see what to expect – if they commonly throw things at the teacher if they don’t like her, or what. I’m hoping not. Lululemon’s blocks are probably heavy.