Yoga today. Kids and Sal left at 9:30. They are ‘booked in’ for an hour or so with our laid-back yogi-in-residence-nearby who may or may not be 70 but he is within weeks of it. And he walks with the fluidity of a teenager on sleeping pills. Rikko is as lithe and willowy as the skinny hippy he once was 40 odd years ago. Emphasis on ‘odd’. He can bend in ways unknown out of Circé de Soliel. The guy is goo.

And healthy. He is a walking testament to the wisdom of physically tying yourself in knots.

Rikko, his house, his life and and his partner in lithe , Brenda, will be yet another ‘experience’ of Canadians for the kids. Talk about skewing the data, eh? One would be hard-pressed to find three different lifestyles as diverse as Doug’s, ours and B&R’s at the best of times. These kids will get it all in two days. No wonder they think it unreal.

“Aahhhhh……they do yoga and live on boats and park their motorcycles in them! The food is really different and they have dogs sitting on the couch! For fun, they chop down trees and make more boats or put the wood in a stove with a glass door. They use it instead of watching TV! Crazy gweilos have wine every night! …..Which is not so bad after a few nights……”

But – back to yoga. Alas, it is not for me. I have tried it but can’t do it. Imagine trying to tie a six inch length of thick 3-inch rope into a knot. The rope gets in the way of itself and so do I. How is a guy built like a toilet and just about as flexible act like wet toilet paper. T’ain’t possible.

But Sal and the kids can do it. Sal can, anyway. We’ll see about the kids when they come back.

Instead, I took my inner-but-inflexible zen out to the log pile and chain-saw-massacred a few more rounds for the boys when they get back. They have now chopped their way through about 40 lineal feet of ten-inch diameter logs and turned it into firewood and stacked it! They are a-whacking with gusto!

It is a rare occurrence around here but I love it when a plan comes together.

More as the day progresses……..