Do you want to see what I’ve been up to?

putabirdonitWell, the title of this post counts for two things.

One, what I’ve been up to, in addition to my swim for Hospicare, is moving my blog to a new site. Blogger was just driving me crazy, putting pictures where I didn’t want them to be and not letting me align stuff the way I wanted. Frustrating. So I finally moved the whole business over to WordPress, where you are now. We’ll see how it goes.


Not quite like this, but close.

Secondly, “do you want to see what I’ve been up to?” is what I was asked by a strange lady who sat down next to me on the bench where I was waiting for the bus home after yoga this evening. She came over and set down a flat of peaches she was carrying, so I moved over to offer her room. It must get tiring carrying an entire flat of peaches around. But then she sat down and asked me, “Do you want to see what I’ve been up to?”

I had no idea who this woman was, never met her before in my life. And considering that the last time someone asked me something like that downtown, it involved her pulling a live hamster out of her bra, I was a little hesitant. Turns out, I didn’t need to answer. She just pulled a little felted change purse and felted bird ornament out of her tote bag and proceeded to tell me how she had bought the felted bird house originally, but that “didn’t really work out” so she exchanged the felted bird house for a felted bird ornament and a felted change purse. With a bird on it. After a quick check to make sure I was not tumblr_lfskq8PIzg1qe3o6ho1_500inadvertently in a Portlandia sketch, I told her they were very nice and a good purchase. 

Then she sees my yoga mat & asks where I go. I said Mighty Yoga on State Street. She said, “No, that’s not it.”

I said, gently, because she’s toting a box of fruit along with playing show and tell with complete strangers revealing a lack of inhibition that could possibly be concealing a touch of psychosis or at least instability, “Yes, that’s the name of it. It’s above Handwork, across from the State Theatre box office.”

“No, I’m sure that’s not it.”


Not too much of an exaggeration

Mercifully, the Route 11 pulled up at that very moment. “Oh, look, here’s my bus. Nice talking to you.”   

She was about to query further into my erroneously named yoga studio (“You just sit down and we’ll figure it out, no matter how long it takes,” I imagined her saying) so I did a quick but casual-looking speed walk, practically throwing myself into the sanctity of the bus.

Fortunately, everyone on the bus seemed to be intent on keeping to themselves, which was much appreciated and not often the case.