I feel a culture clash coming on

[OT from cottage renovations]

tomorrow is International Talk Like a Pirate Day.  it was also my mother's birthday, but that's not a problem as she was always a deep aficionada of all things piratical (exposure at a tender age to the works of Robert Louis Stevenson will do that, though these days I suppose that the Disney organisation has largely supplanted that source for the purpose). 

but it's also our weekly Hatha yoga instruction in the Town Hall, on which I depend for balance and for holding together the world.  so I have been wondering what will happen when the session falls on the annual day set aside for the coarser side of nautical dialect: 

"Avast there, me hearties! settlin' yer swabbie selves inta a comf'table seated position, and clearin' yer minds o' all thoughts outside this here cabin..."

I'm really not quite sure what to expect, or to hope for.  the more I think about it the stranger it all gets.