Archive for January, 2013


January 23 2013

Nana, Miss Valentine of 1946, passed away this weekend.  When I told my friend Diana, she remembered the glistening look in her eye whenever we would come visit.  She was always so happy, and that glisten was just an accessory to her happiness.  

Although she had been in the hospital since Christmas Eve, the fact that she is gone now is a shock to me.  She was the last of my grandparents to pass away.  Now, in a way, I feel like an orphan … even though both of my parents are alive and well.



Bikram Yoga

January 12 2013

One of my Chanukah presents from David was two yoga sessions at the yoga studios that are right around the corner from us, Schoolhouse Yoga and Bikram Yoga Squirrel Hill.

On Tuesday, I went to a Chakra Flow class at Schoolhouse Yoga.  This Yoga class focused on the immune system and the digestive system, in order to prevent us from getting sick during flu season.  Just that morning, I had a slight feeling that something was coming on, so this was perfect.  This was a very good yoga class, and the type of class that I am used to, and prefer.  I will definitely be back there to test out their other instructors.

Schoolhouse Yoga had no special offers for newbies.  On the other hand, when I walked into the Bikram Yoga studio, I was offered 10 days of yoga for $20.  How could I pass that up if the first day was $16 alone?  So, on Wednesday evening at 8pm, I began my 10 days of Bikram Yoga.  Bikram Yoga follows a sequences of poses, each done twice.  The catch? The room is 105 degrees Fahrenheit (40.5 C).  It really is amazing how much further you can get into a pose the second time around.  So, on day 1, I managed to follow the whole class.  In between poses, when everyone else was in a restful state, I was using my hand towel to dry my hands and shake my arms and legs.  I realized that this class incorporates BOTH of my least favorite yoga poses: the half moon and the camel.  (don’t these poses just look uncomfortable?)

On the second day, I went at 9:30 a.m.  Since they suggested not eating within 2 hours of starting, I skipped breakfast that morning.  I believe that was a bad decision.  The class was pretty packed, which made it much more humid than the day before.  In addition, I really pushed myself on the first half of the class during the standing poses.  By the time we got to the floor poses, I was exhausted.  I could barely get into poses that I normally have no problem with.  When the instructor began the camel pose, I panicked.  I needed to get out of the room.  I was too hot, and beginning to see stars.  So, I got up and started walking out.  The instructor told me to lie down.  For the rest of the class, I tried lying down.  I tossed and turned, never feeling restful in any position that I got into (even the corpse pose).  Finally, there was only one exercise left: the final breathing exercise.  I decided I was really done.  I needed air.  So, I tried to get up again.  And, again, the instructor told me that if I did this breathing exercise, I would feel better.  I listened to her and survived the breathing exercise, then began the final relaxation.  Finally, I was restful.  The heat and humidifier were turned off and my body was slowly allowing me to just lie there.  After the class, everyone told me that they’ve had days like this too.  After the class, I wasn’t quite sure if Bikram yoga was for me, but I still have another 8 days on my introductory pass …

On the third day, I convinced David to come with me!  (How, I am not sure … he knew what it did to me the day before). David did awesome!  He had some difficulty understanding the poses, and for some of them, I saw looks of terror on his face.  At one point during this class, I was scalded by the instructor for trying to help Dave.  But, I made it through this class with no incident.  I think today (day 4) will be a rest day for me.

Anonymous Delivery

January 8 2013

I received this teapot with a tea infuser today from Moma Design. Inside, was a card: “Congratulations on achieving a milestone in your educational career! Can’t wait for the” I really like this present, in fact, I told Dave just the other day that I wanted one. But, who sent this to me?

Anonymous Delivery

Escaping the ‘burgh

January 6 2013

The other day, Dave and I returned from our holiday family visit.  We left with little to no idea of what our exact plans were.  Lesson learned: know where you are going before you leave the house, especially if you will be gone for > 1 week.

The first part of our trip was to Philly.  We were there for Eve of the Eve party:  I say party, but at 6:00 (the start), only Amit had arrived and my family kept asking me “where are your friends?”  Since this was only planned a few days in advance, I wasn’t sure who would actually be coming, so I had no answer until people actually arrived.  It would up being a small, but very nice gathering.

On Christmas Eve, we went to Nana’s house.  This event is usually at my Uncle Bill’s house, where there is room for 30+ people.  This year, due to Nana not feeling well, we went to Ocean City.  The house didn’t quite fit everyone, but we got cozy … you just couldn’t go anywhere quickly.  Unfortunately, Nana was having problems with her lungs and had to go to the hospital at the end of the day.  She was determined not to ruin the party, so she waited until it was practically over to admit she needed medical attention.  (The other day, she finally left the ICU and is now in a regular hospital room, waiting to be transferred to a rehab facility).

On Christmas, we went to the hospital in the morning, but made it home for Christmas dinner and gift exchanging.  I got a new pair of pajamas from Kyle, Dave received a t-shirt and a tool box from my dad, and Santa left both of us two cookbooks and a picture frame (purchased from our registry!)

The next part of our trip was in NJ, visiting Dave’s parents.  There, Dave had the task of cleaning out his room (since Merri wants to redo the bedroom).  The day before New Year’s Eve, we found out that our friend Alana was sick, so no hanging out with her on NYE.  Then, we thought about going skiing, but Dave’s friend who has a house in New Hampshire was in Boston for NYE.  We also considered driving to one of the mountains in PA or NJ, but this option was only considered around 4pm on NYE so that did not work out either.  What we wound up doing was going out to dinner with Dave’s parents and watching the Carson Daly countdown and opening bubbly wine at midnight.  (Carson Daly is not as good at hosting this event as Dick Clark was).  Then, we fell asleep on the couch by 12:45 watching Numbers.