Just maybe

Tonight I went to yoga class for the fifth day in a row. If one were to count the days of October one would see there are but five days passed and I have done yoga on all five of these days. If one were perceptive, one would see a connection between the number of days in the month and the number of days in my attendance record. If one were attentive enough in reading any past posts, one would realize my inability to commit to just about anything.
Now I’m not saying anything but there is a cool little yoga club at the studio where they are hosting a 30 Classes in 30 days deal. You figure it out. I sooooo want to commit but I am not good at all with commitments. They involve follow through and day after day attention. I can raise kids this way, but anything else? Uh. no. Too much, too hard. But I must say that all that heat and stretching does make a body feel good. And healthy.
Oh, and speaking of yoga. I lost my yoga pal a couple of years ago after she defected to Mississippi to become Queen of Southern College and to breed cute babies with Southern men, or just one baby with a single Southern man. Then I lost my father who was my other yoga pal. And the thing about yoga is that it is good fun to yak and gossip about it after class. On Friday nights I attend a different studio because I have to pick Loren up from his weekly soccer dinner on Friday nights. The other studio is far more hip than my regular one and it actually attracts men who are under 67. The men at this studio are just plain yummy. Tonight I was surrounded by three fellows who if they were flavors would definitely be caramel and butterscotch. Good God, they were just gorgeous. One had dark cropped curls, another sort of a Caesar cut going on and the other was a scruffy blond with facial hair going on. I was far more taken with the smooth dark haired ones. Covered in sweat, wearing close to nothing. It was as close to sex as I have gotten in nearly 16 months. Not that I’m counting, not that I was thinking about this during the camel pose. That’s a pretty good Friday night in my world. Sad but good.