I take yoga once a week at a community center [big ole' middle school gym] in my neighborhood.

Last week it was raining hard and very chilly when I got to class early.  I was glad to be there alone for fifteen minutes as I was reading a book I could not put down.

When I sat in the gym with my back against the brick wall and my bottom on the wood floor and cracked open my book, a very cute older lady with her hair tied out of her face and off her neck in a sweet purple bandanna walked in with her cleaning cart and a broom.  I looked up.

“Don’t worry, hon’,” she said.  ”I already swept!  I’m just going to clean up around the doors and I’ll be out of here.”

“Take your time,” I told her and settled into my spot.

She squirted and wiped and scrubbed.  Then her cell phone rang.  She took her gloves off and put them on the cart, opened her phone and held it up to her ear.

“Hello?”  she asked.

And after a minute.

“Oh, hello there.”

And one more moment.

“Oh yes for Romney, of course!”

And then after some quiet a smile spread across her face.

“Well aren’t you cute.  I think you’re smart too!”