We all need a nap…and a beer, from time to time!

So it’s Mrs. Sos birthday today-88 years young. I suggested a happy hour in her honour after class and everyone else agreed. So what if one student wasn’t 100% clear on what happy hour is. It’s the vote that counts right?! I mean at the end of the day it’s always 5 pm somewhere in the world. But I digress or should I say, get me back on track. So Mrs. Sos had only been up for 20 minutes before class today. The activity coordinator went to get her, brushed her hair and sent her in. Mrs. Sos grew up on a farm and lived on a farm until she came to live at the residence so while she is slight, petite, a bit frail looking, she comes from rugged farm stock and up until recently held her own quite well. But she is getting tired lately and asked to go lie down 20 minutes into a 30 minute yoga class. Both the activity director and I kept her up with the lure of birthday cake and a special lunch and perhaps some sherry later on (okay the sherry part is my wishful thinking for myself after an extra loooonng day today). It worked and she finished class and headed to lunch. Happy birthday princess.

Mr. M&M lives at the same residence but on the secure unit. Usually he is waiting for me when I arrive. Sometimes he’s been waiting half hour or more. Today he wasn’t so I went to get him. He was in front of the tv when I found him. I asked him if he was coming to yoga and announced with a smile that he was almost late. ‘Well, they aren’t doing anything here and someone died.’ He pointed to the tv on that last statement. ‘Someone died?’ I asked. This was really silly because although the room was full of residents, none of them really knew what we were talking about (and vice versa). Someone yelled something about Mr. Pava something which meant the opera singer. ‘Oh, he died already,’ someone else said. More confused I asked the nurse if someone on the unit died. ‘Not today,’ was her reply. At this point I grabbed Mr. M&M and we scrammed to class.

And finally, as Jack the pilot said during my last class today, ‘no offense but I’d rather be on the brewery tour than here.’ Me too Jack! Me too! Cheers