a list.

Things that made today better.

Or interesting (which is generally better, anyway) are as follows:

• Trapper. He works at the Media Post Office and helped me mail a package today. At first I thought he just didn’t feel much like talking, but after interpreting his gestures and following his finger as he pointed to this and that, I finally realized that he is deaf. And then I wished I could sign. But I can’t, but I sure can smile, so I smiled at him a lot. And when I told my friends at the theater about Trapper, one of them sounded a little jealous. “Of course you would get helped by a deaf postal man named Trapper. You already have Mr. Stoltzfus, the Amish man. All the good stories happen to you.” And yes, I do have some stories, for sure–but I am not so sure I would classify them all as good.
• Laughing till I couldn’t breathe. These friends I am making in my cast–they are hilarious. We make up ridiculous scenarios all day long and then we talk about them in a dry, quiet voice (quiet, so as not to disturb whatever “work” is happening. It is a rehearsal, after all)–we talk about these scenarios like they’re real and we talk about them until one of us bursts out laughing (usually me).
• Wawa. It’s sort of like a convenience store, but so much better. You can buy delicious subs there. Oh, and bananas. Of which I’ve been eating a lot lately, since there’s a Wawa right behind the theater. And bananas are cheap and pre-wrapped and easy to eat, so they’ve been my fruit of choice. And today, there was a bunch of us from the cast there, ordering food. And it was the lunch rush, so we weren’t the only ones there. And there was music playing, you know, so we just had to dance, and I happened to look down and notice that I was wearing duck boots and tights and leg warmers and a plaid shirt– all while dancing in Wawa and holding a banana–and come on, guys, really: does life get much better?
• yoga. It’s still hard and some of it hurts, but there’s not much of value on this earth that doesn’t hurt at least some, I think. But anyway, I’ve been practicing yoga pretty consistently while here in PA and I love it and it’s so good for every part of me and yes, I still look at the clock sometimes, and yes, I still really dread doing the pigeon (cause that hurts like a mofo), but it’s good for me anyway, and I really try to nurture me; to coax me into good and healing places. Cause yep, that’s where I belong.