by cheri block
I wore a sleeveless dress to a holiday affair last night.
For that newfound freedom, I thank yoga.
I’ve become the most obnoxious kind of convert, telling everyone, including Joanie, the Chinese owner of USA Cleaners, about the benefits of yoga.
Hi Cheri, how are you today? she asks.
Oh, I am just terrific, thanks Joanie, I reply.
I pull seven shirts out of the Judge’s laundry bag and do the counting for her. One, two, three..oh by the way Joanie, have you ever taken yoga?
I did when Froggies Yogurt was next door, Cheri. I like yogurt, she answers but laments, too bad the greedy landlords wouldn’t lower the rent in such a bad economy. Now we have no yogurt shop. You were smart to sell your business and get out of here! Her sweet almond-shaped eyes take on a sharp look and I mirror her expression.
No, Joanie, not yogurt. Yo-gah. Yoga! (Richard was right…I’ll never retire from teaching.)
Joanie repeats after me.
Yo-gah! Oh!!! she laughs and her almond-shaped eyes widen. Her eyebrows arch with the humor of the moment.
I proceed to proselytize.
Her business partner, Jackie, comes in. She has been practicing Tai Chi, as she does every morning, outside the laundry door.
Hi Cheri, how are you? Jackie asks. Did you ever find those shiny buttons you were looking for?
No, I haven’t located those buttons, but I was just telling Joanie about yoga, I reply.
Jackie agrees. Oh, I know. It’s so sad they closed. Those landlords are so greedy.