Wednesday, May 25, 2016


Jilda had a run-in last night with an old nemesis. She suffered from aseptic meningitis the three years she took the IVIG treatments, and it came a'calling last night and this morning.

Her voice echoed from inside the basket, "Will you go and teach my 7 A.M. yoga class this morning?"

Looking at the clock I saw that it was already twenty after six. I left a perfectly good steaming cup of coffee on the coffee table jumped into my yoga breeches and hit the road and hit the road.

This is a class for counselors that work at the facility who come to work an hour early for the class and Jilda didn't want to disappoint them, so I substituted.

She is a certified yoga instructor who can teach other trainers, so I'm a certified yoga instructor. I'm betting most of you didn't realize that.

I was a little concerned going in, but the class went off seamlessly. About an hour later I was headed home.

The sun had peeped over the eastern horizon and highlighted a kingdom of Queen Ann's Lace by the side of the road, so I pulled over and snapped a picture of a couple that was near the shady edge.

The day didn't start as I'd anticipated, but anytime you can begin a day with yoga and meditation, it's a good thing.



  1. Anonymous8:16 PM

    A certified yoga instructor along with all your other talents? I'm impressed!!

  2. There is the nick of time.

  3. It's good to have a chance to practice your instructing talents. But the reason is bad. I hope Jilda feels better quickly.

  4. Im thinking the words "yoga" and "breeches" should not be used in the same sentence.

  5. As Holmes once said, "Watson, I never get your limits!"

  6. Rick, I did not know you were a certified yoga instructor, that is awesome xox

  7. I hope Jilda is feeling better and how cool that you're a Yoga instructor! You're like a fancy tote bag with all sorts of hidden pockets of surprise abilities! I read over your past posts because I'm so behind these days. I loved the car post. The first car I bought and paid for myself was a brand new '72 Chevy Malibu...loved that car and it drove like a dream for 10yrs before rust had me selling it to a teenager for her first ride. I saw it around town for about 5yrs. Oh, before I forget, you and Jilda certainly can be part of my crazy family and always have an open invite to any party! Take care!

  8. Wow, good for you! That's excellent! Happy you could help out! Gorgeous picture! I hope your wife is better!


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