It occurred to me to today when speaking to a friend about a yoga class, that if my old yoga class here started up again I would find the money and go again.
War and a virus are an odd combination. One makes me want to stay home and the other makes me want to go out and do stuff again while I still can.
A yoga class might not be a big deal, but I loved the class with Paola twice a week. At first James went too, but soon decided he preferred to exercise only his arm using a beer glass.
Later on I went on my own on my scooter, and then latterly by bus. I met some lovely people and have some great memories. It was the only time in the week when I could properly relax. It wasn’t sweaty yoga ,but chilling yoga.
As far as I know the class finished and has never restarted.
However that felt like the first sign of me waking up after this 2 year semi life.
It’s not as if I haven’t done anything in that time, but somewhere I lost something.
Today I more or less finished the portrait and have prepared the next local scene.
My plan is to start another small portrait tomorrow in the morning and then work on the local scene in the afternoon.
I am enjoying being nicely busy.
I found a portrait I did several years ago on facebook memories.
I don’t know how many portraits I’ve painted now. Must be hundreds. Some things I do better now , but still lots of room for improvement. There hasn’t been one I started where I didn’t wonder if I would be able to do it.
Must be wine time now ………