Conscious contraband

A woman went to a yoga workshop which had come highly recommended from a neighbor.  The retreat took place on a beautiful piece of land with large windows in the yoga room over-looking sprawling hills.  Good healthy meals were provided.  The only glitch?  "The yoga teacher kept excusing herself to go in the back and cry."  She learned later the instructor had been engaged and endured a difficult break-up.  Apparently the weekend of the workshop was the same weekend the wedding had been scheduled for.
"She couldn't have picked different dates to do the retreat?" I wondered.
"You would think!  A few people felt too bad for her to ask for her money back, but I had no problem.  I didn't pay three hundred dollars to go watch someone break down practically every time we did child's pose."

A friend of a friend texted me an unusual picture one day.  She knew her thirteen-year old was hoarding something but she wasn't sure what.  She thought it might be cigarettes because he was being secretive about something in his room.  One afternoon she snooped through his closet and discovered a large box hidden behind some clothes.  It was full of unused recyclable and compostable containers.  Dozens of them and all different kinds.  "I know there are worse things a teen could be hiding.  But I just really don't know what to make of it!!"  

From co-workers in our Sebastopol office:
"Should we do a minute of silence to ground?"
"How about two minutes?"
"Whoa!  Gettin' crazy!"
"That's how we administrators get crazy."
"That's how Sebastopolians get crazy!"
This reminded me of being at our main office at my former job, and several of us sort of watching a group of therapists doing a guided mediation at the beginning of their meeting.  It had been going on for over ten minutes.  One of our directors hissed, "I can't believe they are all getting paid for this!"

"What's wrong with hugging?"
"Nothing.  It's just when eleven people you don't know hug you at one event, then it gets kind of old."

At my yoga class a fellow classmate and I were talking about dance classes.  Our teacher came in and said facetiously, "Next week, restorative hip hop.  That's a class I do."
Other possible hybrids that were discussed:  Hatha swing, vinyasa salsa and Bikram ballroom dance.

By a food truck at Ives Park last week during the Celtic concert.  My friend and I watch as a worker comes out to the board and erases one word.  We realize it was "vegan" from the "vegan mushroom sandwich" on the menu.  We wonder what would cause the sandwich to lose it's vegan status and then laugh, as it seemed like such a "you know you're in Sebastopol" conversation topic.  (As it turned out, they had run out of vegan bread.)

License plates:
BUDDHA2
AIRGASM
SWEET PE
YES SING

Shout out to Retrograde Coffee on Main Street, many good drinks and pastries

http://www.retrograderoasters.com/