my fellow yogi

Yes those are toilet paper rolls stuffed into Kim's headdress. Kim is a seemingly normal member of society, a doctor who specializes in rehab at the VA hospital in Presocott, AZ. She was inspired by a photo from a magazine at collage night last night. Collage night was a rather raucous affair. Who would have thought that a group a yogis with glue sticks and scissors could raise such a ruckus. I have to admit I was sitting aside with Mike, and Larry, and Tim, knitting and viewing the Giants/Tigers game on I-phones. The previous evening I sat in the bathtub with a glass of wine in my hand, listening to Mike give me the game commentary off of MLB on our laptop. About the only TV I ever watch is baseball and wouldn't you know it I have been in place bereft of TVs.

This has been one of the most fun groups of people I have ever hung out with. All 18 of us have completely meshed with each other. There have been discussions at meals on concrete and other building materials, dogs, Sir Francis Drake, the Berkeley Food Pantry, the Giants and then the Giants again. We all linger after meals changing seats to talk to the ones we didn't sit next to at the meals. There are several knitters, a couple of fisherman, some serious runners, and someone who propagates native plants. I received a Reiki treatment from Stephanie yesterday afternoon which, along with a couple of twisting postures, seemd to pop my ailing back into a healthier alignment. I will learn to be more cautious pulling my luggage from the airport carousel from now on.
Tonight will be our last evening together, and who knows what the conversation will be.