Haha, just kidding. That's actually the instructor, Cat (http://nolayoga.com/). But Mom really still can touch her toes.No, she doesn't bend her knees to touch them.
That would be dad's trick to touch his toes. But it's ok that he isn't a pretzel, because he mostly has to do things like hold mom up, remind her to breathe, keep her calm. And not pass out. Guess it's a good thing he practiced some breath work. I don't think he's mentioned to mom that he's bringing a catcher's mitt to the hospital. Might be for the best.
Really, it was kind of a quiet weekend around the house.
maniacal laughter: BWAH HA HA HA.
Don't worry: there won't be many more of those!
It was very rainy the latter part of the week and over the weekend. Mom and Dad still worked in one walk, though. And they took a little drive to see their mud pit (otherwise known as the lot). It rained so much this week that the foundation guys weren't able to finish up what they needed to do... something or other about concrete and torrential rain not mixing well.
Here's a look at the pilings going into the lot during the dry part of the week:
Zsa Zsa helped dad with editing his Amicus brief.
And mom rolled dolmas until her back almost gave out... Hey, they tasted pretty good* -- at least Tenzing and Dad thought so.
*Not as good as Bozana's, but pretty tasty.
Coming soon: the photo tour of the nursery.
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