My neighbors are Amazons

Tonight I was invited to my neighbor's house for a get together. My landlords were in town and they have been very nice in trying to get their former friends to be my new friends. That, in my opinion, is how it should be. That's how it is in the Jane Austen novels and in my old etiquette books anyway. So I went over to the earthship up the road and there were a few folks from the community there, most of them I had met before. Nice people, all around my age. They were drinking tea, not beer or wine or martinis, which I thought a little strange but not a big deal. We sat around and talked and it was nice. They told me how they had been rock climbing earlier, a subject on which I cannot converse well ( me: oh so yall rock climbed with the clippy things and everything? One of them : oh no, just top rope. Me: Oh, Okay, sure....top rope.) Somehow the conversation came around to the subject of trapeze and the hosts mentioned they had a trapeze in their house, and two of the girls had studied trapeze. We went inside and people started doing trapeze moves. The hostess taught me how to do bird nest. It wasn't too hard. Then, one by one the girls started doing pull ups. The trapeze is low so they were doing pull ups with their legs sticking straight out in front of them. Then they did pull ups with their legs sticking straight out in front of them OVERHANDED. I was stunned. I'll tell y'all the truth, which I now find embarrassing, but I have never done a pull up in my life. These people are fit. Walking home through the beautiful starlit mesa I started to feel fat and pasty. I guess for people who have spent the last ten years or so pounding Earth into tires doing a few pull ups with your legs sticking straight out in front of you, after a day top roping is just the perfect way to wind down. Whereas I have spent the last 10, well really more like 20 years smoking cigarettes and drinking and going to bars and...well..doing other stuff too. I have often thought about being athletic, being a sagittarius and all, and because both my parents were athletes in their day. I think I could be, or could have been. But thinking about it I guess doesn't quite make it so. It was a nice evening even with the discrepancies in our lives. I don't know about rock climbing nor do I have cute little muscles like they do, they don't know who Daniel Johnston is (I had gone to see The Devil and Daniel Johnston because it was too murderously hot today to do anything else, or so I thought anyway). But we made it work.
I got another massage the other day, this time from a different guy. The last one had ethical problems I think. Anyway this time the guy- who does this thing called body mind clearing- which is pretty cool- well the guy asked me if I lifted weights. He was massaging my chest which was a little different from previous massages I'd had... anyway I threw that in because it makes me feel a little better that someone who does bodywork thought I might lift weights. I think he meant it to, I mean I don't think he was being a perv or trying to come on to me. Though I have to admit it was dificult leaving his house he just kept talking and talking and then showing me more of his massage techniques. But I'm pretty sure that's because he used to run a massage school and I had mentioned I was considering going to massage therapy school.
I'm considering lots of things right now. And I'm getting used to answering ,"Not a thing" when people ask "What do you do?".