Instead of zumba this morning, I shoveled the driveway. Needed to clear it so hubby could get off to volleyball practice and kids could get out for their planned Christmas shopping trip. Both kids are home--son for the weekend, daughter for winter break + boyfriend--and I got a good workout.
Last week, instead of zumba...I forgot. The week before that, I was in Missouri for Thanksgiving. I am failing at zumba. I think next Saturday is my last class. I hope I make it.
These wonderful celebrity-inserted-into-famous-painting images are thanks to
22 Words, Worth 1000, and my old theatre pal Julia, via Facebook. They are fun, funny, and sometimes a wee bit frightening. They also reveal some problems with proportions. Isn't Steve Carrell's head too big?
It's Slattern Day in the blog, and I've also failed at that, I guess, by neatening up the driveway. Shoveling snow is a lot like zumba but without the music. The world was white and silent when I was out, very early. I felt like Scarlett Johannson with more clothes on. It's the flowy white resemblance of the snow I'm talking about here. I somehow entered the landscape. (Once again, I am yearning for red hair.) My husband was out a bit, too, but that was to throw an old volleyball at the snow-laden mugo pine to knock snow off a branch that was so laden it had leaned into the power line to the house.
He did it! Without getting electrocuted or knocking out the power! You see I am focused on the positive today. Even the silly. It's a way to keep joy in the heart when bad things happen. So is
Love Actually, which I have seen this holiday season and would be happy to see again, as needed. Yet to see:
It's a Wonderful Life. And now I'm also in the mood for
Space Jam.
Speaking of
Love Actually, here is Rowan Atkinson as Jean-Paul Marat being assassinated in a painting by Jacques-Louis David, via Worth 1000. I have a dark, dark sense of humor that gets me through a lot. Now I'll go write a few Christmas cards, but not in the bath. Even though he does look strangely cheerful.
Love those pictures.
ReplyDeleteI don't think you can actually fail Zumba. You just start again when you can.
It's funny, but I just decided to watch Love Actually for the first time since I saw it in the theatre. It was because I read an interesting piece on it at Mother Jones. It was from a lover of Love Actually, describing what it is and is not. I enjoyed it and forgotten many of the substories. One thing that stood out for me is how incredibly well orchestrated it is.
The article is here:
http://www.motherjones.com/media/2013/12/why-love-actually-matters
Anyway, it was a perfect holiday movie for me this year, as I am tired of a lot of the other standards this time aroun. Holiday movie, crossed off the to do list.
Next time someone asks if I zumba, I'll say, "No, I blog."
ReplyDeleteThanks, you two. I love the lobster. And the octopus.
ReplyDeleteI, too, have failed at Zumba--I just don't live in my body the way that Zumba folks do.
ReplyDeleteSigh... The exercise I love best is swimming. And walking.
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