Day Eighteen, in which one realizes that sometimes, one doesn’t want to do something one has never done before. One thinks, I just want to stick with the tried and true. But one has taken a vow, and one must forge on. One casts one’s eye about the kitchen, wondering if something ne’er-done-before can be … Continue reading Day Eighteen: In which one goes against one's grain
It was raining lightly in the early morning as my trusty canine companion, who answers to the human name of Pete, and I headed out. We were acting on a hot tip from a friend, whose mysterious instructions were only “Go to the Black Forest right away and look in the alley behind it.” This was … Continue reading Day Sixteen: and wild and sweet the words repeat
All my life I’ve admired those women who grab their long hair, twist it up into a lump on the back of their head, shove a pencil through the lump and then walk around for the rest of the day with a perfect pencil-held bun in their hair. I’ve attempted this little trick many times … Continue reading Day Fourteen: In Chinese we call this "kuaizi toufa." Or at least I do.
Today’s challenge? To find something on the ground, take it home, and use it for an interesting new purpose. Here is what I found on the ground near Famous Dave’s BBQ, once I had hauled my sluggish self around the lake in pea soup-like humidity and gone to the Y, where I watched in awe … Continue reading And on Day Thirteen we cast our eyes downward
Since it looks as if the universe doesn’t want me to eat with my left hand only, which is a nice way of saying that once again I couldn’t seem to manage even a sip of coffee without using my right hand hand, I’ve moved on to other things. If you click here you’ll be able … Continue reading Day Twelve of the never done before challenge: Handstand!
Despite the fact that I put an X on my right hand before I went to bed last night, as a reminder to myself of today’s challenge –to eat only with my left hand all day– I failed again. At 6:45 a.m. I stood in my kitchen before the giant jar of peanut butter, bike … Continue reading Day Eleven: Ugh again.
Both yesterday and today I failed at the never done before challenges that I assigned myself. Actually, it was the same challenge both days; yesterday I failed in the first minute of the challenge, while today I made it a full hour. Who was it that said “Tomorrow is another day”? Scarlett O’Hara? If so, … Continue reading Day Ten of the never done before challenge: A Small, Good Thing
One of my worst fears is losing use of my fingers. How would I type? How could I write? Horrifies me so much I have nightmares about it. Voice recognition software is supposeod to be good, but I can only write when my fingers are flying on the keyboard. No planning things out ahead of … Continue reading Day Nine: Ugh
Day Eight (or Day Nem as we say in phonetically-spelled Mongolian) of the never-done-before challenge started out easy. The challenge: select three words you’ve never heard of before and use each of them in ordinary conversation with a straight face, as if you assume the other person is familiar with the word. This challenge, which … Continue reading Never Done Before challenge: Day Eight
You know what? Doing something truly new every single day is not all that easy. It’s only Day Seven, or, as we say phonetically in Mongolian, “dahshawr,” and I wish, like God, that I could take the day off and just bask in the glory of the accomplishments of the last six days. But no. … Continue reading Never Done Before challenge: Day Seven
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