yoga on the pool deck . . .

I had absolutely no excuse this morning. I couldn't even fabricate one. The weather is drop dead gorgeous early in the a.m., before the heat settles in . . . one of our yoga yaya's lent me some perfect CD's . . . and so I trudged out to the pool deck, music seeping from my laptop as I centered myself on a pool pad.

I have to say, with the warm breezes, the gurgling water, the birds trilling in the background, I think I found nirvana. Om. Om. Om. I did about half an hour until I was rudely interrupted by the 9TS bearing my cell phone with a message from Katie saying she was on her way home: that being the case, he gets special dispensation and all is forgiven. Back to settling in, but the mood was broken and so I headed into Savasana. I might still be there, totally relaxed and laying in the sun watching my breathing but for the call of nature . . . . no, not that!!!! One wily neighborhood cat decided at that particular moment to declare ownership, at full volume, of his ounce of territory . . . . or perhaps he doesn't care for yoga . . . who knows.

But yoga on the pool deck is a good thing . . . . a major do-again . . . as soon as I have a chat with the 9TS, the mangy cat, the chattering squirrel and whomever else apparently has no conception of yoga etiquette. Harrumph!! Snort!!