Hakuna Matata

I feel half asleep as I write this. I am waiting for my load of laundry to finish drying.

The weekend began with a yoga class on Friday. I liked the teacher's style; furthermore, she'd go around the room to ensure her pupils were bending the right way. I discovered I'm more flexible and stronger than I realized. I suppose consistent exercise will do that. I have not exercised this consistently since I track my last 2 years of high school.

Saturday began with pumpkin pancakes, courtesy of Connery and Trader Joe's mix. We went for a walk and then got ready for the day. We went to the Civic Theater to watch the Lion King. Incredible does not begin to describe the spectacle. It was brilliant: from the colors to the costumes to the set design. The writers even threw in a local gibe: This looks like a shower curtain from Tijuana. I expected to cry when Mufassa died; I cried scene 1. Seeing Rafiki begin "Circle of Life" was moving. The sun rising on the stage was beautiful. It became real. I had not realized just how much I enjoyed the movie. Apparently, memorizing the soundtrack had not been enough of an indicator. Not everything from the movie was included, notably Timon and Pumba's closing to the song "Can you feel the love tonight." It was a fabulous theatre experience. Connery and I sat so far back in the theatre that we truly had a bird's eye view. The people looked more like animals. A more authentic experience? Clearly!

The play ended just before 5:00. The hunt for our dining location began. We drank $4 mojitos at Las Hadas on 4th Avenue. Delightful! We spent so much time debating whether to stay or go somewhere else for the main course and a 3rd place for dessert. By the time we had decided to go with option B, a watier brought us a free appetizer. It was delicious, but we still left. We dined at Ocean Room further north on 4th. We had dined their before, and it had been fabulous. The food was not as spectacular, but we had a nice time nonetheless. Next, we invaded Nordstrom at Horton Plaza. I bought a pair of jeans and a shirt. Then we went down a level to check out shoes. I bought a pair of black boots; Connery, a pair of Pumas. We back tracked to 5th Ave to have dessert at Chocolat. Their gelatto was fabulous and their pannini selection looked good enough for a second visit. For once, I enjoyed downtown San Diego.

Sunday began on a high note in church followed by the potluck. I spaced that it was the weekend to help clean up the allies in City Heights. Shamefully, I bailed. I had hoped to get a head start on laundry. I planned on completing 3 loads. Load 1 began but would not commence spin cycle. SIX HOURS LATER I stuck a pencil where the lid latches and that moved mountains. During the 6 hours, I prayed and felt guilty for not attending the alley clean-up after church. In my heart, however, I knew that God does not operate on guilt. I repented and He forgave me. I was very thankful to see evidence of forgiveness through a spinning washer machine. I'm thankful to have Jesus in charge of my life, because I would truly make a mess out of it.