Yoga and Flies

I started a beginner yoga class on Tuesday nights; it's held in a church space out in the Santa Cruz countryside, and is a wonderful space to learn yoga in--except that it's got a million flies in it. They crawl all over me while I'm doing the poses! I mean, on my lips and eyes and everything--our yoga teacher told us to just ignore them, but it's hard to ignore little crawly fly feet, especially since there's a horse stable next door and I have a feeling that I know where those little fly feet have been. STILL--I loved the class and my chronic hip pain seems to be going away. The teacher told me I was actually ready for the Level 2 class (I do yoga every week within my dance classes and a little bit at home), so I may try it next week.

My reactive depression about graduating and having really no job, no agent, etc., is starting to subside a little. I've made a determination to go back into therapy, though,as I feel the depression could worsen. The therapist I'd been seeing for years moved away in October and I am having trouble finding a replacement. I am a "friend of Lois," and that really helps with the isolation, but I like having another adult to talk to (besides Mr. Strega). Still, it's hard to make that initial phone contact.

As for the book (yes, this blog is supposed to be about my book), I just got accepted to read portions of it and discuss it at the Italian-American Historical Association's conference at UCLA in November! That's good--the more exposure, the better. I need to get downstairs and do some work on it--I have my writing group tonight and need to bring some portion of the book there tonight.