My back feels almost normal now. Doing bodypump didn't hurt it. I woke up really early, though, and have a bit of a headache.
Aqua class again this morning. Different teacher. She is probably about 60, in terrific shape. She didn't provide as much specific direction and cautions as the last one, and I was glad I started last week because she offered no introduction either. But it was a good class, a good aerobic workout and a fair amount of conditioning too, with those funny water "weights" and things called "noodles". I hit the spa after for a short while, then took a shower and headed for the Steaming Bean. It was nice sitting there watching people come and go, watching the arrival of the day's soup (in a large pot driven over in a truck by a young woman), and working some on a piece I started yesterday in my notebook.
I took a small hike in San Luis Obispo this afternoon. It is the Maino open space hike, about 2.2 miles. Very well-used. I passed several people hiking, running, riding moutain bikes, walking dogs. It offers some great views and the day was terrific. Unfortunately, I did not have any more film in my camera. Afterwards I went downtown. Very busy today. I expect because it is the time we would normally have the mardi gras parade, and I am guessing there are some kinds of mardi gras activities going on, because lots of people were wearing beads or interesting headdresses, things like that. It is so crowded down there that I am wondering if I will have trouble finding a parking place later, when I go there for dinner. So I'll leave early.
The play has some good, some very good, scenes. And I realized the story is based on my friend's life, who is acting in the play, so it has emotional meaning for her. Because there are also connections to Dwain, who helped the writer by reviewing earlier drafts of the play and making good suggestions, my pleasure in the performance and in being there was not altogether unalloyed - as they say. When I heard that Dwain is going to direct another play at the playhouse in Cambria, I felt hurt, too. He did not tell me he had arranged this. Why should it bother me now, I wonder? I guess because I am not through yet, through mourning our relationship.