I got a chance to teach a yoga class today, and the turnout was pretty good at half full. Chi Chi and our neighbors, whom we haven’t seen since we moved in, were there. The house yoga instructor was there too, so I assumed he was early and waited for his session time. My neighbors were obviously beginners and sat out half of the routine, but what surprised me most was how badly Chi Chi performed. I thought she was better than that, given she’s a professional athlete and all. But thinking about it, she mostly attends my meditation sessions, not yoga. I went to talk to her afterward, and she high-fived me.
“You still got it, friend! I haven’t done yoga since you did it outside that one time. I figured since I’m getting old it might be a good idea to start again, ha ha!”
“Wooow that was so long ago! It’s never too late.”
“That’s what I always say! Anyhoo, I gotta go. Got a lunch date with an old acquaintance. Toodles!”
The instructor settled onto the mat—my cue to leave. At midday, it was far too early to return home, so I started a meditation session. I’m not sure if I’m getting more efficient with my time or what, but usually when I do two sessions, I don’t make it home before Desi. But today, I did. Or at least I arrived shortly after. On the way home, I got a weird call from someone saying I was going to inherit money and heirlooms from her, and she suggested I write a will so that when I die, no one is fighting over my stuff. At first, I thought it sounded like a scam and told her I wasn’t interested. But as she went on and on about the will and inheritance, I thought maybe this was an elaborate and clever marketing ploy to drum up business for her law firm. The call irked me, yet I admired its creativity. No matter how sketchy it sounded, she had a point with the will. My parents didn’t have an official will, but they left us instructions on how they wanted to be celebrated and what both of us should receive. I only have one child, so it wouldn’t be that complicated, but still. It’s better to have a plan at the ready for when the situation calls for it. I definitely needed to talk to an inheritance lawyer; just not that lawyer, heh.
As I approached the house, I saw Sophia outside. When she spotted me, she ran over to greet me, almost knocking me down just like when we met, but in reverse. Her voice was frantic with excitement, and she rambled on even faster than Chi Chi. I couldn’t make out what she said and asked her to take a breath and slow down.
“I WON THE LOTTERY!!!”
“You WHAT???”
“A million dollars! I won a million dollars!!”
“A mi-WHAT???”
“I KNOW!!!”
“The lottery?!“
“Yup!!”
“You WON?!?!?”
“YES!!! Isn’t it wonderful??? I don’t usually play, but…I don’t know!! I just bought a ticket on a whim! I never thought I’d actually WIN!! Just think! You have all the money you need now to do everything you want for our family!”
I can’t lie. I could have broke down crying right there on the street. She’s ALWAYS thinking about me and my plans! Even the plans I’ve abandoned. She’s been this way ever since the beginning, but I still find it amazing how sweet and selfless she can be. I couldn’t speak, so I just kissed her. Everything was a blur after that.
