Tonight it’s supposed to snow in the
Philadelphia area, so Elizabeth was especially pleased to have happy hour on
the deck, with pleasant temperature and just a bit of a breeze. Sophie was also
especially fond of Elizabeth and they had a good reunion.
Later after everyone else had left,
she and I caught up on each other’s families and lives and goings on. It was
like old times when we’d meet on the deck for wine about 9:30 at night.
Thoroughly relaxed, thoroughly comfortable with each other—it doesn’t get much
better than that. I do remember the night a baby rat fell out of a tree and
darn near landed in her wine.
We first met when Elizabeth, a non-traditional
student (read older) came to TCU Press as a work-study student. Don’t hold me
to this figure, but I suspect it was almost twenty-five years ago. We clicked,
though I am some thirty-plus years older than she is. But we’ve been friends
ever since. And when she lived here, she became part of my inner circle of
neighborhood friends.
Tonight the once-student was the
teacher. Some six, seven, eight years ago she first taught me yoga since she had
become a certified yoga teacher. I practiced my yoga faithfully almost every
day for years but this past year mobility problems, a painful leg and hip have
kept me from it. As you may know I’ve been in physical therapy twice in the
past year. But tonight, with the PT therapist’s blessing, I went back to yoga.
I expected Elizabeth to give me a brush-up on the routine I’ve always done.
Instead we did a whole new set of poses designed to strengthen my ankle and
legs and stretch my back. This time, she stressed holding some poses as long as
I was comfortable. It was an easy workout that probably did me more good than I
realize, and I look forward to following the new routine.
A thoroughly pleasant day, and I’m
ready for bed.
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