It’s been a long day, and my challenge –to learn how to hula hoop at long last– was completely thwarted by the fact that the only hula hoop in the house, the one that I’ve tried and failed many times to hula with, was apparently constructed for a toddler. When I went to research the … Continue reading Day Twenty-Eight: Ashamed to admit it
Last evening, led by my youthful companions, who know that my hatred of shopping is outweighed only by my love of spending time with them, I entered a never-done-before alternate world. In this alternate world, I observed many things, such as bureaus hung on walls three stories high, giant signs which admonished us ominously to … Continue reading Day Twenty-Seven: We enter an unfamiliar world
Dream: to climb Machu Picchu the long, winding, non-touristy way. Dream: to live for a while (or maybe forever) in Montana or Colorado or Wyoming. Dream: to build a rock or stone terraced wall-garden-thing along the sidewalk in my front yard, fill it in with dirt and then re-plant the insanity that is my perennial … Continue reading Day Twenty-Six: Inspired by that guy with the giant red paper clip
Bike Ride with Older Boys – Laura Kasischke The one I didn’t go on. I was thirteen, and they were older. I’d met them at the public pool. I must have given them my number. I’m sure I’d given them my number, knowing the girl I was. . . It was summer. My afternoons … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Laura Kasischke
Today’s challenge: To develop a signature cocktail. I’ve been trying to develop a signature cocktail for years now, or rather, I’ve been saying that I want to develop one without ever trying, unless you count the rhubarb margarita I concocted a couple of months ago, which tasted so horrible that I threw the whole thing … Continue reading Day Twenty-Five, in which we fulfill a long-held dream.
I think of it as kayak syndrome. Not the kind of kayak that sits on a rack at the southern end of Lake of the Isles, but kayak.com syndrome. I don’t even want to think about how much time I spend on kayak.com, because then I’d be face to face with the true measure of … Continue reading Day Twenty-Four: Hermit crab envy
The hour was growing late and the never-done-before crowd-sourced dance mix challenge had yet to be completed, or even begun. The list of tunes, in exact order of receipt, had grown frighteningly long, and if the dancing did not commence immediately, it would end up spanning two days. Nay, not only two days, but two … Continue reading Day Twenty-Three: You put your right foot in, you put your right foot out.