Ever, AJ

Yoga & A German

A couple things came to my mind today and I just had to write them down. I thought producing them into a blog post is very appropriate.

Yoga…I started last week Monday. Last week, I thought I was going to die. I felt like I had been hit by a bus without knowing. I knew I would be sore, but gee-wizz, that was just unnatural. Muscles that I didn’t know existed, exist! How do I know? It’s sore in areas I didn’t even know existed! I’m sure a question that comes to your mind is…do you sweat while you yoga? Do I sweat?! Is there another word that can be used? ‘Sweat’ absolutely does not touch the meaning of the liquid that drains out of places and spaces on my body. No, it does not help that there’s a decent amount of people squeezed into a small loft. Yes, the windows fog and drip with condensation. No, there’s no air movement such as a fan or open window. Yes, we have soothing music in the background. But still.

A German...I have many different friends here from many different countries. One of my friends’ is called Michael. Now Michael is German…English, of course, is his second language. Michael speaks English very well, but has that German accent too. Often I can misunderstand what he’s actually saying. Sometimes my misinterpretation can be funny, offensive, or just down right not even close to what he’s trying to say. This past weekend we were sitting at a table together, hanging out, and catching up from our week. We got on the topic of family and he was trying to remember my nephew’s name. He said it’s hard to remember because it’s a new name to him. I reminded him that his name is Atticus. He recollected and leaned back in his chair.

He said, ”Atticus…hmm…I think hive har dead.” Obviously meaning to say, “Atticus, hmm, I think I’ve heard it.” NOT what I heard, at all.  Please recite, ‘I think hive har dead’ fast, like it’s a Mad Gab game. You just may hear what I did….…did you hear it? You betcha, I heard “Atticus…hmm…I think I’ve farted.” After I finally acquired a small amount of composure, I took a deep breath, wiped away my laughing tears, and told him what I thought he said. He laughed his German laugh, tilting the head back, mouth open wide, and laughed from the gut. I love Germans.

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