As some of you know from my other blog and Facebook, I’m in Marquette now. In a coffee shop.
My friend, Bertha, and I are on our annual overnight trip to the city. This year we’re celebrating her 60th birthday! Isn’t that exciting?
We’ve visited the city for three years in a row. The first year we attended the dog sled races and an outdoor art show at Presque Isle . Last year we just relaxed and went to a movie, and, oh yes, visited an Irish pub.
This year we ate dinner at Coco’s down by the harbour, mostly thanks to one of my Susan-friends who insisted we give it a try. I ate a panini with chicken and brie and pear. Pear? Pear? you ask. Do they really put pears in paninis and would this taste good? (The answer is yes. To all of the above.) Bertha ate a respectable cajun whitefish. And then–and then–you’re breathlessly waiting, aren’t you? We shared half of one of the most decadent raspberry chocolate cakes known to mankind. It’s a wonder I can zip my jeans today.
Our plans to walk along the lake–and burn off calories–hasn’t happened yet. Although that MAY happen later this morning. Instead we drove down toward Presque Isle as the sun set in the west. I said, “Oh! Oh, please! May I stop and take pictures?” and of course she complied. Birthday girls are good at complying because they’ve been celebrated so fully.
We always drive separately when we visit Marquette. We’re both such independent souls. She likes to go here and there and here. And I like to go there and here and there. We like to be able to go when and where we want to go by ourselves. Then we meet up in places like Coco’s and the motel and Sweetwater Cafe. It’s the best of both possible worlds.
Last night–after we cruised the Presque Isle strip–(that’s a joke for those who don’t know the area. It’s a nice almost-wilderness park in the city)–we opted for a glass of red wine at the aforementioned Irish pub downtown. Mmm….we talked and talked and talked for hours. I love it that we sometimes don’t see each other for three or four months and when we get together we start off our conversation where we left off. We’ve been friends for–gosh–almost 30 years. Maybe I should re-count those years, but you get the idea. A long time.
This morning she’s in the motel room doing yoga. You know, physical yoga. Downward dog and upward dog and the sunrise salutations. We talked about those sunrise salutations for a long time last night. How wonderful it is to connect the movements with the breath. To do them very slowly. We’ve both taken lessons with our friend, Shanel, during the past year.
I am in Starbucks right now, doing yoga, too. Can you tell? I am doing blogging-yoga. Creative-yoga. First the creative mind stretches in one direction, then it stretches in another. It salutes you all, very slowly. Then it quickly writes itself.
There are many kinds of yoga in the world! You can hardly imagine how many kinds of yoga that exist!
Taking another sip of my half-regular half-decaf coffee (with half and half). A refill for 53 cents. Or was that 56 cents? One and a half hours ’til we meet for breakfast at Sweetwater. I’ve a book to read and a possible walk to take. Oh my goodness, an annual township meeting tonight (forgotten until just this moment). Still, life is good.
Happy 60th birthday, Bertha! It has been so special celebrating with you. Let’s do it again next year, shall we?