Memories

The Mini Clubman officially goes on sale in the U.S. today. Already I’m hearing it referred to as a Mini SUV.

In honour of this momentous occasion, here’s a picture of my late mother circa 1968. I remember taking it. She’d really wanted me to focus on the tree in the foreground that she’d been nurturing for a long time. You may, however, notice her Clubman in the background.

I wish she was here to see the latest version of her favourite car.

Teaching and loving it

I’ve now taught eleven Bikram Yoga classes and love it. It’s getting a little easier but I have a long way to go. It’s difficult to focus for 90 minutes without forgetting some of the dialogue. All it takes is for someone to drop a water bottle or bolt from the room or let out a groan, and my concentration waivers. But so far there have been no calamities and no one has got injured (I hope). My largest class was last Sunday at 8 a.m. — 53 students. Beth, Taz and I are currently scheduled to teach two per week each. I have to thank both my bosses here — one for giving me the early morning or weekend classes and the other for not minding if I come into work late.

Anyway, taking the Teacher Training was the right move. Even though I suffered and whined the whole way through it, I’m glad I did it. Life is good!