a small medical observation

One of the things that I do as part of my morning routine is the yoga tree pose for a bit on each foot. Why this one? Because my balance isn't so good, especially on my right foot. I offer two speculative reasons for this:

1. I have no arches. I have an outstep where most people have an instep. My feet will, if sweaty or damp, make suction on smooth surfaces. It's a neat party trick, but it also means that the muscles, nerves, and connective tissues from my ankles on down aren't exactly nominal.
2. I sprained my right ankle repeatedly at the end of the last century and didn't do physical therapy for it. I think this explains the asymmetry.

So why post about this now? Because I've noticed it's way easier to hold tree pose, especially on my right foot, if I've had a good night's sleep the night before. It was much easier for me this morning than yesterday morning for exactly that reason. Yeah, maybe that's from the Dept. of Duh, but I'm surprised at how dramatic the effect is.

Pride plans and the occasional lack thereof

You'll find it surprising as sunrise to learn that I've made plans for most, but not all, of Pride weekend. That's the 23rd through 25th, for those of you who'll be in the Seattle area. I inexplicably haven't posted about it yet, so:

Friday 6/23 - The Trans Pride March, starting at SCCC. I'll be tabling for Lambert House at the rally to follow. Later that evening I don't have anything scheduled, but I intend to hang out on Capitol Hill and see what develops.

Saturday 6/24 -

• The Greenwood Car Show and lunch with m'boy for his birthday.
• Strolling around Broadway all femmed up at and near the street fair because need you even ask why?
• The Dyke March. I don't know who with, and I don't care. I belong there too.
• Witness for the Siberian Siren & A's anniversary dinner. Aw. Ordinarily I might be shaking my booty at Neighbours or something, but I ♥ the SS and the fact that she's finally found a good woman - she even gives me some credit for talking her into making a go of their relationship - so of course I'll be there. Booty-shaking may happen later, of course, but I make no promises.

Sunday 6/25 - The annual super-queer parking lot party at the SS's hair stylist, which is conveniently near the parade route. Fabulous food & drink, enough so that I feel compelled to raise my game. Attractive queer women who are of course half my age.

This isn't all that different from the last couple of years. Why no lady friends? Well, Brown Eyes will still be recovering from surgery. The Tickler turned me down as well, but I forget why.