I was in the laundry room, folding mounds of towels and sheets and listening to one of my favorite doctor-writers, Atul Gawande. Mr. Gawande was talking about how he recently spent time comparing operating room procedures to kitchen procedures at The Cheesecake Factory. He was impressed with the fact that within weeks, all the items … Continue reading And on the 30th day, she looked forward to Indian food with a friend.
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
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.
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.
The goal of yesterday was to 1) compile a dance mix consisting solely of favorite dance tunes submitted by those who responded to the following question: “Favorite dance tune? Weigh in please,” and then 2) dance the entire mix through without stopping. There were subsidiaries (not the right word, but I like it anyway) of … Continue reading Day Twenty-Two, in which we fall far, far short of our stated goal
I live in the middle of a biggish city, a city known for its theaters and art galleries and museums and music and literature, and this means that every single day and night multiple artsy things are happening all over the place. This means that every single day and night I could be out enjoying … Continue reading Day Twenty-One: We go on an outing
I read something last night that made me very angry. That sentence alone —I read something last night that made me very angry— is something I’ve never done before. What I would usually write is something like this: I read something last night that made me very sad. Or, I read something last night that … Continue reading Day Twenty: In which we sit on a porch swing late at night
Something I’d never done before last night: sat up late at my kitchen table with my friend Kingsley, looking at the family photos he’s brought with him from his home in Queens. Kingsley: And this was taken at my father’s 70th birthday party. Me: Look at that cake. And look at his smile! Kingsley: He … Continue reading Day Nineteen: Can you bake (an apple) pie?