Onward to the letter O!
Open — I like open spaces, open people, open doors. In yoga, it’s the classes where we focus on opening up — the shoulders, the chest, the hips — that I feel the tears come.
Opera — I went to my first opera this summer. My daughter Mary is working at the Glimmerglass Opera this summer as an apprentice in Front-of-House. Yes, we have a professional opera company not far from the small rural town where I live.
Since Mary is there, I started taking a little more interest in the opera people who come into the gym for memberships. “What do you do at the opera?” I would ask as they sat across the desk from me completing the necessaries for membership. They would tell me. I would promptly forget.
One day, I was having just such a conversation when the man asked, “Do you enjoy the opera?”
“Um,” I said, “I’ve never gone. I don’t think it’s my cup of tea.”
“You should go,” he insisted. “Try The Sound of Music.” They do one musical theater production each summer in addition to the operas.
“I’ve seen The Sound of Music so many times,” I replied.
“But you’ve never seen it unmiked and with a full orchestra,” he said.
I asked Mary to get me a ticket to the show. I went and loved it.
A few days after my opera visit, I saw the guy at the gym who had talked me into it. “I went to The Sound of Music,” I told him. “I really enjoyed it!”
“What did you like about it?” he asked.
I told him I liked the orchestra. I told him that I thought the young woman who played Liesl was amazing. Then I told him how much I liked the dancing.
“Oh!” he said, bringing his hand up to his heart. “That’s what I do.”
I looked him up. He was, indeed, the chief choreographer.
And it turns out I may actually like opera. I now have tickets to two more shows.
Old — I was going to say that I don’t like growing old — the aches and pains of it — but I really LOVE the older people who come in the gym where I work. Recently, an 84 year old woman joined and she’s been trying all the different classes we offer. “I don’t want to do those old people classes,” she said to me, so she signs up for Spin or Zumba Dance. More than once, I’ve seen her watching people climb the high wall. “I don’t think I’m quite ready for that,” she said the other day, “but maybe next year.” When I’m 84, I want to be like her.
There are so many other O’s that I like: the ocean, orchids, being outdoors, and October, to name a few.
I don’t like overbearing, overly-opinionated, offensive oafs. Enough said.
Thanks always for your encouragement.