Else what's a heaven for?

Friday was an awesome day. My minion did lots of work on my doom project; my then-crush called me (at work); and my dept head commented that CaseusUrsine calls me a rock star. This last was mixed, bc it means he knows what I look like, which is bad when I wander in late. oops. And then I found an amazing pair of shoes made of python and got a lead on a great repair shop where they could install proper soles. I can't believe the sales gal didn't tell me until after she rang me up that the shoes were a third off the marked price. Is this really a good sales tactic?

I went to shul on Sat morning, bc I needed to say thanks to the Creator for his blessings. While I'm no longer enamored of the catalyst for this realization, I'm grateful nonetheless. I dunno why it took me so long to grok that while I've made mistakes in the arc that is my life, all those stumbles have made me who I am today. Everything had its purpose and perhaps someday I will see how the current stumbles and things that make me sad are part of the story too.

I spent entirely too long obsessing about what to wear for my date, and drove my poor sister nuts, before giving up and going for a pedicure. Didn't make it to the pedicure place though bc I passed Olive & Bette and fell into the clutches of a fantastic stylist. I've been having an awful time buying clothes lately, so it was revelatory that she could hand me an item that didn't look too great - and then style it into something phenomenal. Wowie. I ended up with five hangers full of perfect outfits and took home four. I can't afford to go shopping again for a long time, but I now have a winter wardrobe, squee!

Bluebeard and I went to see Avatar as I mentioned, before getting sushi to go and heading to his place. I can't point to any one reason why things were so uncomfortable but... I've never had a guy try so hard to get me to put clothes on after [elided]. I also wonder if it was conscious or unconscious when he turned on He's Just Not That Into You before bed. Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. Query??? The whole thing was bizarre and I've never had a guy invite me to spend the night and then flee to his side of the bed to sleep. Still, it was nice to look out his window and see the snow piling up in the Park and the walk home was lovely, as the doormen on CPW had cleared most of the sidewalk.

I went to my first Crossfit class since the ankle sprain and it was great. A was teaching so we had a good warmup, freestanding handstand practice (I almost have it!), and then the workout. I seriously don't believe that 15 towel pullups is the equivalent of climbing a rope 15'. I sucked less at the ring dips than expected - maybe my feetless workouts have been helping - and it was exciting to do squats again. I'm unusually sore today, to the point where I only did two laps on the stairs(!) this morning. (last week in pt, Russ gave me permission to (a) never do the elliptical again, acknowledging that we runners hate that thing and (b) walk with weights on an inclined treadmill OR if I must, do stairs.) It was probably the lunges or the pike walkouts.

I was so tired from the 45 (assisted) pullups that I did little the rest of Sunday, puttering around the house and putting away a few articles of clothing. Oh well.