Two Down, Thirty Eight To Go

Woohoo!  Day 2 of my 40 day yoga challenge was a sweaty success!  Yoga by candlelight in a heated room  is the great way to end a Monday.  It was definitely a harder class tonight, I can already tell I'll be sore in the morning.  I'm not sure if I'll post every day on the ole' blog or change it up and just put a blurb on facebook.  SO I'm just providing my disclaimer for all those keeping me in check.

 I wore a sweater with thumb holes today while on my morning walk with Noah - Yup, it's definitely the little things that keep me happy.

A look back to last year, around this time - sunlight captured on experimental b/w polaroid film.

Something New

I'm challenging myself to 40 days of yoga.  There is a studio that actually has this challenge starting next week - but I figured I should just start one of my own, just for me.  I've been hesitant to post anything on this matter, but I decided if I want to hold myself accountable, I have to put it in writing.  Honestly, I suck at sticking to these type of challenges... anyone remember my photo a day projects... yup, plural for I tried three times and failed each time to finish.  My reasons for this challenge are fairly simple really.  I feel better after I attend a yoga class - I need the outlet - I hope to deepen my practice - for the past two weeks I've been working on getting back into my work out routine so this will help keep me going - it really does help with stress - and well, I'd like my butt to look better in my stretchy pants.

Day 1 of my Yoga Challenge was a success.  I met at Black Swan Yoga Studio with Kara, after a movie and Amy's Ice Cream with Lisa - who declined the offer of sweaty yoga.  (if you work out after ice cream it cancels out the calories...)  I have thus determined that working out right after ice cream isn't the best idea... but damn chocolate and reese's pb cups were calling my name today.  

So Day 1 complete.  Yay!  hehe

On a different note, fall is in the air!  We were greeted with a cool, low 60s this morning and low humidity - so refreshing.

I leave you with two recent photos of some sunshine, a messy bed, and a sneak peek of slipper season!!  

Three Seven Four Six

how do you say goodbye to a home?
a place where the majority of your memories live.

my grandparents first purchased 3746 Highcliff in 1966.
it was the model home - purchase price, $18,000.

recently on the market for one day and now under contract for $140,000.
scheduled to close - September 24, 2012.

so how do you say goodbye?

 

 

we played basketball in this driveway - shot "three pointers" from back behind that huge tree - while listening to my boom box set out on the porch.

my grandparents lived here forever it seems.

I remember after school cartoons and snacks set out waiting.

when my grandparents moved to Corpus Christi - we moved in.

rented out our house just a block over...

because this house had the pool.

we lived here at least seven years before my grandparents moved back in.

and painted over the murals my mom painted in the hallway and dining room.

 

Papa built the back house by himself.

at one point I thought I could live out there...  but with no a/c... yeah, that didn't happen.

we were always warned to be careful with the mesquite trees all around the pool - thorns and barefeet don't mix well. 

that never stopped us from running barefoot in the grass.

racoons would come visit from the creek below and would scamper around the pool waiting for dinner scraps.

I remember a coyote came up to the back fence once - and just stared towards the house - still scares me to this day.

a turkey vulture met his untimely demise on a power line while we were in the pool once... snap, crackle, pop and feathers... it was amusing.



the old door that I wish I could take with me from the house that Papa built.

we had pool parties on this porch.

my cat, Suki, had four little kittens in here.

Papa always made sure my grandma had fresh roses in the house.

I don't think I ever got a chance to eat a fig from this tree.

the birds always got to them first.

but the fragrance of those leaves - I need to get a fig tree.



 

so many of my memories revolve around this pool.

the countless parties.

the floating turtle.

the "cheese board" that we put the kittens on and set them out to sea...

Papa bringing out a year's worth of soda cans so my cousin and I can fill them all and line them around the edge of the pool - I'll have to find a photo to share.

my sister tipping over in her floatie when she was little - legs in the air - and my grandma diving in to the rescue - clothes and all.

standing on my dad's shoulders while he walked to the deep end and back.

our dog, Callie, barking every time we splashed.

marco.

polo.

basketball in the pool.

my grandma and her countless video recordings - if only we could find them and watch them again - she would always try to get us on film while we were in the pool.

the sound of the pool motor and cicadas.

hoping a turkey vulture wouldn't swoop down and eat me.

the smell of chlorine.

spending so much time in the pool your toes go raw - and not even caring.

 

 

 

so I don't know how to say goodbye to 3746 Highcliff.

because when I say goodbye

this home becomes a memory as well.

no longer a place to go home to.