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Looking for luggage in the wrong places.

In the pantheon of group fitness there is a class known as "body works" and while the common element to these is the use of hand weights individual classes can play with the form to varying degrees. For one class the teacher told us the usual exercise mats were not really necessary but we were going to use the steps ordinarily utilized by, yes, "step" classes.

A long time denizen, S., was here and I apprised her of my recent family business. I believe she intended to eventually leave early and was wandering around looking puzzled. Finally the instructor asked if she needed help. Well, her purse seemed to have vanished. Increasingly S. roamed the room and understandably stirred up other people's bunches of sweatshirts, bags and what-have-you.

We all were stymied. I don't recall anyone "arch" ever taking this class and didn't see anything unusual today.

She looked in the bathroom and when someone suggested a visit to her car, well, the keys were in the purse. So was her bar-code card and how'd she get in then? Resigned to defeat she began to disassemble her step setup, relieving us all with a roll of the eyes upward, palms following suit. Yes, the blocks under the step can be called square rings, corners rounded of course, and there is space inside their perimeter.

A great place to stow a purse! But, keeping in mind my own hide-and-seek with my reading glasses, where is short term memory kept?


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