Thursday, January 5, 2012
Today I went to yoga for the first time at the place in "the village." We gathered in a one-room building that sits almost directly on the Bay (it holds seven people), and while we did our precarious waverings (er, strong Warrior poses) we watched the ducks swimming amidst desultory snow and a very curious kitten peering indignantly at us through the French doors leading out to Shad Bay. After class, the cats got to join us inside while we had tea and cookies and gossiped about how to contain the neighbor across the bay who is poaching on Crown land.
Because somehow I'm now living in both an episode of Gilmore Girls and a George Eliot novel.