I feel heavy. No motivation. Went out at 12 and had lunch outside: penne al'arrabiata. I ordered a red wine as well. It was my first meal and then with red wine - imagine. I ate too much. The portion was made for a man, as the cook learned too late that a women had ordered the meal. I wanted to start a conversation with the friendly waiter or with the cook, who appeared as well. I always like to talk to people. I began with the subject soccer. It turned out that the restaurant was a soccer free zone. Neither the cook nor the waiter were interested in soccer. But they were polite enough to answer. Then other guests came. They made these two men, both bold, busy. I decided to leave. Afterwards I went to a bakery for a cup of coffee and a piece of cake. I read a book by Paul Arden there. What for a waste of time. Then I did grocery shopping. It is always heavy to carry all that food home. My arms get longer and longer. And no yoga so far.
Funny conversation with my boyfriend: He called me after lunch time. He ate a panna cotta. It must have been very delicious, because he went to the cook and asked for the recipe. Now he has the recipe. ("He gave it to me", he announced proudly). I guess the recipe is for me. I cannot imagine my boyfriend standing in the kitchen preparing panna cotta. My boyfriend is a gourmet. He knows the best restaurants all over the world.
In Bavaria appeared a bear one or two months ago. The politicians were so paranoid that they allowed to shoot that young bear. He came from Austria. For a few weeks he always could run away. This morning they shot him. So sad. Now they want to exhibit him in a museum. That's what I call pervers.
I think I have to go to yoga. My soul needs it.
I have to write my bill. That's a nice activity also, istn't it?
So no self-pity any more, there is no reason. I hope another post will follow with yoga stories.