Monday, August 28, 2006

Monday Nights

What guy wouldn't want to lay on the floor and sweat with ten women. Well, I should probably explain that we'd just finished a grueling Yoga Class taught by my lovely wife who is really a closet sadist. "Stretch your leg out to the right and stretch your arm upward and look to the sky," she says. "Now let's hold this pose for 10 breaths." All the time I'm just wait...I'll get you back when you least expect it...if it's the last thing I do!
When class was over I dragged my tired hiney out to the car and sat on the fender while they all said their goodbyes. Off to the south you could see the new moon that looked like a candle bending in the breeze and to the west, a thunderhead was forming. It looked like a grey mauve pillow. As we headed home, you could see lightening within the thunderhead that looked like a flash bulb going off behind a black gauze curtain. A vine of lightening escaped the darkness and leapt to a nearby cloud.
When we got up on Phillipstown road about a mile from the house, a copperhead snake slithered across in front of us. That's good luck I remarked. "I've never heard that," Jilda said. Well it's good luck that it's at their house and not ours. She whacked me on the arm.
I enjoy Monday night Yoga. I wasn't very good at the poses when I started out, but I've gotten better. I can actually bend over now and with my knees straight, place the palms of my hands flat on the floor. I know 20 year olds that can't do that.
So guys, if you want to lay in the floor and sweat with ten or twelve women, come on down to the Sumiton Community Center on Monday nights. You won't be bragging to your friends, but it will make you feel better.

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