Yoga class was interesting on Tues. Our teacher had an emergency phone call halfway into class, and then bolted out the door. Apparently one of her dogs had attacked and killed the other. Which seems likely to cost her both dogs, since she has young children. At least I can't see trusting a dog that has attacked another child-sized mammal in a household with kids. The instructor the Y sent in to sub didn't know yoga at all, so we kind of muddled on through on our own, with one of the advanced students leading the class.
I haven't discussed yoga here much, but I've been going to classes for about a year now. After I tore a groin muscle at the Break-a-thon (my holder flinched), I found I had lost a lot of flexibility once it healed. Plus had I been more flexible to start with, I could well have not torn the muscle in the first place. So I set off to work on my flexibility. It's been working, too. When I started I couldn't touch my toes even when well warmed up - in fact I was a good six inches short. Now I can touch them anything past stone cold, and if I'm well and truly warm I can get my hands wrapped around them. Other joints have been a little slower to succumb. I still can't touch my hands behind my back (one coming from above and one from below), and I'm a very long way from getting a side split, but even there I'm improving and it's nice to see.
No karate for about nine days for me. Thursday we have literacy night at the school, and we always go, even though it feels a little silly to be trooping around to all the activities to improve our children's reading. Both of our children are reading well past grade level already. Really, we're not too worried about it. It's a similar feeling to the alarmist looking-ahead-to-college class for parents that the Gifted & Talented coordinator offered on Tuesday. I didn't go (I actually went to karate), but Rob did. He reported that they were going on and on about how much college would cost, and how difficult it would be to get into any college, let alone one you could afford. At the same time, they were saying that >30 on the ACT, or >1200 on the SAT, and you could pretty much count on full scholarships. Which would tend to be the opposite of alarming for us. While we are not our children, they definitely show our same aptitudes school and test-wise. And these score levels made both of us snort in disbelief. (Rob scored a 34 on the ACT and 1390 on the SAT. I didn't take the ACT, but scored a 1460 on the SAT.) Plus, you know, we opened college funds for each boy the year they were born - to you know, to pay for college?
I shouldn't complain, really. It's good that the school is concerned and offering information on things like literacy and how to fund college. It's just occassionally tiring to have this kind of alarm aimed at us, when we're pretty sure it's simply not necessary in our case.
Writing Update: (Short today, it's late, and I'm tired.)
Ghost Dancer - no motion, working on A Country for Children - except that I accidentally managed to delete the most recent file of ACfC and lost two days worth of typing, which I'm in process of recreating.
A Country for Children - see note above.
Previous Word Count: 14,849
Current Word Count: 17,027
So forward progress being made despite brain-dead losses of productivity. I've managed to introduce the character around whom the central plot-thread revolves (at long last), so we may even get to make her vanish shortly!