Paving and pumpkins

Things to tell: Bad one goes first – it’s been like a war zone at our place from the road construction and paving. We had a horrible night of noise this week. Unbelievably, they paved that doggone road in front of our house from 1:30 am to 4:55 am. And I kid you not when I say I think Hitler invaded the other European countries quieter than this activity went! In all seriousness, you had to yell to be heard in the house – at 3 am! Glen and I really did reflect on how chilling it must have been – and still is — for the many families worldwide throughout history who, when they heard thunderous noise like that, it wasn’t a paver truck but invaders in tanks. So frightening. We only lost some sleep – not our lives — and it looks like they are nearly done.

Hi mom! Hi dad! My parents are now rooted in their beautiful home in the sunny state of Arizona for the winter. It’s not a bad life when you get to be in our beautiful part of the world most the year and that beautiful part of the world for the rest.

It was pumpkin time in flower town last night when five of us girls headed to a pumpkin class last night. Loads of fun!

Mom and I did this last year but since she and dad have headed south, I had to find me some new recruits. Never fear! My sisters and Tea said yes and we got to add on our cousin Ann since she was in town as well. In fact, in the end, there were 22 women in this popular class taught at the community center near my house by a local florist and her talented mother.

We had a ball! Basically when you get there you are all set up with a pumpkin and a bouquet of flowers and greens. Then you “gut” your pumpkin and place a tub with a floral sponge in it full of water and start poking in the flowers. Well, that’s how we would go about it but they help you learn how to start with your greenery and build up a pretty base before you place your flowers. And then you see how dividing the flowers makes for more color. The best part is that most the bouquets have pretty much the same things in them but somehow every bouquet turns out a little different — like you can see in the pictures above.

I was gracious and said that others were better but as you can clearly see mine was the far superior bouquet here. : ) Ha! Mine was really going so sadly that the florist came over and “coached” me on it! In the end though, I’m quite happy with it and more than that the five of us had an excellent fall time. It was even a warm beautiful night out. I was ready to hit a haunted house and go trick or treating!

Lastly, its World Series time.  I don’t think Glen even cares much about either team and he’s still taken over the TV!  Hope things are a little easier at your house!

The best part of working out

By now I’m thinking you all know that exercise and me are not too much of a real regular combination. I do some walking , occasional running (ugh!), drop in at the Y from time to time but my one and only consistent workout is my three (sometimes four!) Jazzercise workouts each week. I was a big Jazzerciser back in the 1980s when Glen and I lived in Carson City Nevada. There was a great community center, the class was held in the gym and it was packed. Back then, we wore cute little leotards and tights and you were supposed to work out barefoot. These days that’s not the case at all and everyone is in sweats with tennis shoes. How times do change!

When we moved up here 20 plus years ago I lost touch with Jazzercise. It was hard to find any sessions after work when I could go. So I was honestly excited to see right after I dropped out of early-morning Boot Camp (I tried hard to like it. I loved my coach Reenie but I just am no good at running hills, running stairs and jump-roping it seems) that a Jazzercise session was being offered just down the way from us. What I like about Jazzercise – then and now – is its fun! Its an hour of exercise routines set to popular music and the hour goes by so fast you don’t really feel like you’re even working out. Except that you’re a sweaty mess by the end. My Monday/Wednesday 5:30 class is really small – sometimes as few as just three of us and usually only five or six. But that’s part of what I like about it too. Even though the class is small our instructors are generous with their time and offer the session anyways. The Saturday and Sunday morning classes are much bigger. And I went one day on a Tuesday at 9:30 a.m. and it was packed!

But maybe one of my very favorite parts of my Jazzercise classes is where they are held. We are so lucky in Mukilteo to have the Rosehill Community Center. She’s not much to look at from the outside but inside she is loaded with charm. Rosehill is an old school with tons of personality and so many memories for loads of us. In my case, when we were little girls, my dad was a sixth grade teacher at Rosehill and I can still remember running around the old building with him. It was the first place I ever had a Dr. Pepper. (One of the last ones too — not my favorite beverage. : ) )

The school is located in an incredible spot with views of the bay and ferries from almost every window and I sometimes wonder if the kids that went to school there ever realized how unique and special that view alone was. I am certain when I was little and running around with dad I didn’t give it a second thought. I was far more interested in the Dr. Pepper. : )

I have moments that I just love about going to Jazzercise at Rosehill. Last night was one of those. I got out of class and leaving the bustling building I noticed classrooms of tap dance lessons, tai chi, belly dancing(!), boy scouts doing a project, kids learning karate and three students taking violin lessons. Patient parents were sitting on the stairs waiting for their kids and laughing about some run they had just been in. I stood at one of the windows — still a sweaty mess from class – watched the ferry going out and just took in all the hustle and bustle and wonderfulness that comes with any unexpected magical moment.

Sadly, the schools days are numbered. Like so many places in the USA, we have decided newer is better and a new community center is being built next to Rosehill. Our Jazzercise classes will move over there and I’m certain it will be very nice. But there’s no way it could possibly be as special a place. There are stories in the halls of the good ole building and I feel really fortunate to have got a chance to soak them in before she goes.

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