12.01.2016 Yellow class B-Week
I presume, Cindy got there something totally wrong. But everybody who knows her a bit by now might already know, that there is no way in convincing her, that she is barking up the wrong tree. Apparently she pretends not hearing what I say or her brain just works in a very different way.
Here is short recap of last nights incidents.
It was already nearly eleven o’clock and I was sitting at my kitchentable checking the latest posts in YELLOW, when the door opened and Cindy pitter-pattered into the kitchen dressed in one of her fancy ballet bodies.
“I gonna take up the challenge, Petra”, she said, her ballet tutu swooshing around her head (yes, that’s the way she wears it, around her head.) “Your Carla girl there in Seattle was asking us to build a body. I am not sure, how she knows, that we should get our body in shape, but she is quite right, isn’t she? I gonna take up the challenge”, she repeated. Cindy stroke down her hips. I tried to clear up the misunderstanding. “Cindy, please don’t call her Carla girl, she isn’t a girl”, I started, but she were out again hopping down the hallway. Just a few seconds later she came back with her fitness mat, she had had bought for fullfilling the last years resolutions. She unrolled it on the kitchenfloor. It was pretty dusty. As far as I know, she never had used it before. “Cindy”, I started the next attempt to tell her the truth about building a body, but she was busy with putting one of her favourite mixtapes in our taperecorder. She pressed the play button and jumped onto her mat, counting down from eight, snipping her fingers. Then she started singing ” aaaaaaa aaaaaa aaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaa staying alive, staying alive” swinging with her hips. The Bee Gees hit from 1977, her fave song since last New years eve party roared through our kitchen and the rest of the house. [You can find it here: http://youtu.be/I_izvAbhExY.]
Then she came down to her knees still singing, but already struggling for air. Now she brought herself to a sort of all-fours position, her backbone and belly in a steady move up and down. I had seen that position somewhere before. Then a post from a yellow fellow popped up in my mind, Cindy also must have seen that one. She reminded me of the encounter with the apes in Uganda a couple of years ago.
The song came to end and Cindy plonked herself down on the mat. Lying down there in our kitchen she seemed at peace with the world and herself.
She recovered her breath and announced: “You can call this exercise the “Bee Gees blue bell(y) body ballet backbone swoosh, ok? Your fellow yellows should start with it tomorrow morning to build their body. And I want to see Carla girl in the first row!”
I am so sorry Carla, that she doesn’t cease from calling you girl. I give my very best to allure her from doing that. But her exercise predestines for the B week, somehow picking up the best from week A mixing it with an outlook on B, doesn’t it?
So, you all listen to Cindy and get your ballet body out. We meet tomorrow morning in the kitchen.