Callaway = Happiness

Went to the Callaway Gardens this weekend to ride bikes around and have a little lunch. We spent some time feeding the fish (yum yum gimee some) and checking out the flowers. This little guy Newbert said hello and was so warm in the sun that he didn't run away. We picked up some awesome sandwiches from a cute little place named Sages Soda Fountain at Pine Mountain. Great chicken salad in a pita.

Its a beautiful place and we both feel like 8 years old riding around on coaster bikes taking in the beautiful scenery and fresh air. I had a crazy song stuck in my head that Amelie planted, "Cheater, Cheater, where'd you git that white trash whore?" I amped up my twang and just about pushed Bentley to the breaking point. What? I couldn't get it outta my head. So I tried to divert my attention with Prince songs and then we passed the chapel where there was an organ show and started my limited knowledge of gospel. "one day at a time sweet jesus" & "Ohh Happy Day" Then I got the feeling I should observe in quiet. Some people just don't appreciate natural, raw talent.

On the drive home I read an article to Bentley about the benefits of yoga to cope with stress. He of course recognized all the big words about PNS and SNS that I didn't and it left an impression. When we got home we did some poses and he was very surprised how difficult it can be. I have not been doing much of anything good for my body for months and we both felt better afterwards. We started out simple and I tried to teach him how to be in the moment, feel the stretch and breathe. I think the article showed how we don't handle stress well and the different nervous systems can be adjusted by putting ourselves in poses and adapting our reaction instead of "fight or flight". Stress is evil.

Speaking of evil, I went into an art gallery in the little town of Pine Mountain and there was a beautiful quilt there but it was $750 big ones - YIKES. I think its evil for there to be a quilt that is handmade that has colors and design in it that makes me swoon and I can't have it. Ok - I'm over it. It really was a piece of art so I'm ok with the price, its just ouch I didn't want to leave it behind. Just not practical since its more than my rent.

Which reminds me - I've got to pay my bills. Sunday nights suck.