Yoga is is not for wimps. I have been congratulating myself on being comfortable in my Pilates class. I go to a class in a nice yuppie neighbourhood. Lots of young women, some of them dancers attend. And I keep up. . . . mostly. When I don’t I blame it on my artificial hip, my 67 years are a good excuse too. I can do roll-ups, balance on a huge ball and squeeze. . . oh, never mind. I’m good in that class. Only problem is, it’s a little bit pricey, so I thought I’d look around my neighbourhood and see what else was out there. Turns out the local Y had a special for oldies like me. For three months I can go to any class I like and it only cost $64. So, I signed up and went tonight to my first class. It was yoga. Oh boy, I knew I was in trouble when I noticed sweat dripping onto the rather ratty mat -I’ll be bringing my own next time. There will be a next time because I know this is a good practice, but it is h.a.r.d. That downward dog thing? Who knew it led to a plank and then a cobra. . . Well. At least now I know what to expect. Oh, and the others in the class? Some are guys with hairy legs who have the whole process down pat. Somehow I like it better in the class with the dancers where I can fantasize that if I keep at it long enough I might hold that enormous ball and roll it between my heels and my toes. How Western of me! I must delve into the philosophy of the East so I can be a tranquil human corkscrew.
It was quite hot today. OK, OK, I’m not complaining. I was out and about a bit – under that warm Montreal sky and I saw a couple of interesting sculptures. SInce even as I write, “that” game is taking place I thought the first picture was a nice one to post, That rather grim guy on the steps of the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts is on of the Burghers of Calais (not burgers, you philistines) – you know, a sort of town councilor. You can see he’s holding the keys to the city. You can just look up the story on Wikipedia. Anyway, you can also see a nice Canadiens’ flag taped to his hand. I was surprised and touched that it stayed up there. The second sculpture is close to the corner of St. Denis and Sherbrooke where I go for my Pilates class. Believe me, I almost turned into a statue myself in that killer class. I love Pilates. It’s the only form of exercise I have been able to stick to. I think it’s because most of it is performed lying down. Anyway, I think this sculpture is very interesting in that the artists ( there are two – a brother and sister from Quebec City and darm, I have forgotten their names) have portrayed a father and son supposedly reflected in the water in the bottom half of the sculpture. That is quite an ambitious project, I think. I must say I think, in the main, they have pulled it off. Interesting what you see if you open your eyes around town. Off downstairs to watch the rest of the game. At one point I was outside and heard two great cheers from people in the neighborhood. It has been a little quiet lately. I wonder what that means. A demain, darlings.