The Blue Gardenia learns to sow her blossoms

Frosting and a cushy job with benefits would make life better

Friday afternoon. Wild Iris. His Bertness. A cupcake. Fresh strawberries. Coffee. And my Pilates instructor, the kind and  generous Suzanne. Suzanne donates time each week to teach a class for MS sufferers at the Prescott YMCA. (Yes. It's true. The Little Town of Horrors does have a few benefits, and Suzanne Fisher is definitely one of them.) The class is free. Totally. Completely. Absolutely. And Suzanne is a skilled teacher who gently encourages her students to be technically perfect.

Suzanne's class proved to be serendipitous. I had just impinged my rotator cuff and was forced to take a break from my beloved yoga when I found out about the  class. I was apprehensive. Quite. Because my previous Pilates experience at the Y had, to say the very least, not been good. It had not even been Pilates. At least not Pilates as I had experienced it in Houston sessions with a Michele Larrson acolyte years ago. (Oh. My. This is excruciatingly boring, isn't it? I am giving you, my adored readers, too much info. Way too. I apologize to you both. Profusely.)

So. The bottom line is, the point of this post is that Suzanne just opened her own Pilates studio here. Pilates in Balance. So, if you find yourself here, in Prescott, AZ, and find yourself in need of Pilates training, give her a call. You will not be disappointed. She knows what she is doing.

And I will share this funny moment from yesterday as well: Fatigue is a symptom I suffer. It is sometimes extreme. Completely. I was so exhausted that I had to recline on the bed to put on my makeup. With a little Stila compact mirror. I imagine one eyebrow was higher than the other. Oh. Well. Sunset Boulevard is one of my favorite movies.

Sunday? Yes. Sedona? Yes. Sewing? Not so much.

OK. I admit it, dear readers: No sewing at all this past Sunday. None. Nary a stitch. Instead, I fled. To Sedona. With Bert and the pups. 

Our first stop, a roadside park in Oak Creek Canyon. So green. Lush even — not words often used to describe Arizona.

They are so cute. Don't you agree? Of course you do. Right? Absolutely.

Does anyone really use these picnic stand grills? Really? You're not just pulling my leg? You won't convince me that the flames kill the germs. You won't. No need to even try. His Bertness scoffs at my squeamishness. But I am the one who cooks. So there.

And why, you may ask, am I blogging about Sunday on Tuesday? Because. Because I have been doing things. Important things. Fun things. Like sleeping.