When the Heat Gets Hot :: Yoga

It's hot as hell already. South Carolina is disgusting this time around. I dread the dog days. We just turned our A/C on yesterday. It was in the mid-nineties outside and the upper eighties inside. So now that it is fixed at 79 degrees? Heaven! 

But there are good things about heat. Have you ever done Hot Yoga? I haven't, but it sounds like a really good idea. You do all those slow, deep yoga stretches in a a hot room. (Exactly how hot they have it in there, I do not know.) You burn a lot of calories while taking the fast track through suffering to enlightenment. 

So here's what I'm going to do. Hot Mama Yoga. It will take place in my own big old flat backyard on summer evenings. Not full sun kind of hot, but still hot enough. My friends are invited and welcome to bring their kids to play with mine while we work out. If you don't have kids, you can still be a hot mama! We can take turns leading. 

Yeah? Yeah!

*Men welcome also.

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Where We Live

The other day, James and I went out with the kids and took some pictures of the part of town where we live. It is called San Souci ("care free") and it is a part of Greenville, SC near downtown. There is a big, new-ish strip mall that is the main focal point of the area, but I omitted it from the pictures, because -well, you probably have one just like it up the street anyway. Here are some local places that we see every day.

"ECHOLS" I don't know what it means, but those enormous green things spell home.

Random graffiti.

I love this sign and their old frilly garland!

I live in Dixie and here's proof!

Cherry Motors. That's all I have to say about that. 

This place has some awesome stuff and definite creep factor...

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I love the name Evette. And I love to imagine the woman who ran and/or runs this used car lot...

Did you notice the Kudzu in those first two pictures? It is everywhere. I tried to keep it out of my pictures, but you can't control it. We tell ourselves that we've learned to co-exist, but inside each Southerner is the dreadful knowledge that someday the Kudzu will have the upper hand. It is slowly eating away at our landscape and we simply cannot win.