We don't usually get too heavy around here, but as the old saying goes, the only constant is change.For the past few days, the building we're in has been abuzz with activity. There's draped plastic in the hallways. As early as 6 am, construction workers are tromping around, dropping things and starting in on their hammering and sawing two floors above our little yoga space. Somewhere outside our window, it sounds like there is a mini-excavator at work hauling dirt around. I suppose we've had it good up until now, but geez, it truly is a supreme test of focus and patience. I don't how long much longer we'll be in here. In my previous post in January, I had already lamented the fact that we will become yoga vagabonds soon, because the new owner has converted the building, which housed a vibrant collection of dance and arts organizations, into condos and more profitable renters. As far as I know, nothing is firmed up after July. The Diver is still deciding.
You'll also recall that I noted that the Other Yoga studio in town is up for sale.
Earlier this week, Laksmi announced that she has quit blogging. WTF?
Today, I saw Carl in savasavana with a sandbag draped over his face. WTF?
I was annoyed by this morning's New York Times article. People crying about moving to a new city and not being able to find an advanced yoga class. Hello? Self-practice ashtanga, anyone? Have you finished all SIX series at home already?
I swear the world is going to hell in a handbasket.
All we need now is an earthquake in Seattle to make the Apocalypse totally complete.
When the going gets tough, the tough get a box of Theo's chocolates. The instore chocolate confections are the best and freshest ever. Right up there with La Maison du Chocolat, Recchiuti Confections and Thomas Haas Fine Chocolates. Really. Trust.
Oh, and in keeping with the theme, photo credit goes to yogafortheconstructionworker.com. It's yoga "with your boots on" and emphasizes "job site awareness and wisdom."
I'm done.


