Saturday evening Margaret, my mom, Bill and I sat our on our back patio talking and playing games.
Mar sat cross-legged on her chair and started saying "Aaahhmmmmm" as she moved her hands from a praying gesture into a Gyan mudra gesture.
After staring at her with raised eyebrows, my mom finally asked her what she was doing.
Exasperated, Mar replied, "Aaahhhhhmmmm. This is what they do. Aahhmmmmm"
My mom asked, "Who's 'they'?"
Without pausing, Mar replied, "The Amish. Aahhmmm."