I promised I would try this last Sunday, but it didn’t work out. However I did go to class today and it was amazing. An hourlong class intimidated me, but I talked to the instructor beforehand and she reassured me that I could modify moves to a level of intensity that worked for me. I had an amazing time. I was able to do things in the pool that I cannot do otherwise–run, jump, lunges, etc. It was a kind of freedom I have not experienced in a long time and I will be back as much as possible.
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Day 173: Popout Maps Galore
This is going to sound like an ad for popout maps. And it kind of is. Because I love them. When I studied abroad in England, I was not in London, but I went there many times. For the most part, all I needed was my handy, pocket-sized popout map with its street maps, tube map, and close up of the theater district. Not to mention all the landmarks, sights and museums highlighted.
I have to admit, I kind of panicked a little when I realized we wouldn’t have our phones to guide us wherever we want to go. And I do NOT want to be all touristy standing on a street corner with a giant map. But with popout maps, I won’t have to be. Its like having a google maps app in a place where your phone doesn’t work. (How’s that for a slogan?)
Day 172: Guest Blog
I’m at a close gathering of friends, among these good friends are the dads with a new baby but we are still hanging like its normal fun times while the baby swings and sleeps. Here’s what the friends have to say:
I love that there is a baby in a swing and we are all having family good times with that baby in the room. Love, Uncle Danny
Emily sings vibrato. Wolves sing emotional charged howls. Ian sings energy. Baby boy sings hope. I sing gratitude. Love Father Chad
Dub Step. Or is it Dob Step? House or drum and bass? Bass (as in the fish with gills) or bass (do you like bass? All your base are belong to us). They are writing the blog now. This is the time to hang out and drink. All your bass are belong to us. We are hanging out. This is our St. Patrick’s Day. Love, Emily.
I went to raves can we be clear. He went to like a rave. Earn it. Dream it. Love it. Spice. John said no. Imam the black model. He is a 3 or 4 on the Kinsey scale. Kinsey autocorrect I need you to run a couple errands for me. But chad I mean come on what kind of raves were these. I was in the desert with the spirit and the heart and the souls and then in 83 he was a closet heterosexual. The dark matter and the fractal is what is important. All of you are talking about partnering with a man or woman it’s because I’m a dad now and women have a deep sexual understanding. You are using the word choose. Doob step. Peter Pan. Rick cool guy. Rick cool juice.
So, there’s so much being talked about, but I love my friends and we talk about any and everything. And anyone that can’t handle it you know where to go!
B Money
Do you remember the 21st night of September?
Love was changing the minds of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away
-CRV
Our hearts were ringing
Omg. I love my friends. And I’m sorry if this makes no sense.
Day 171: Sarah Day
At one point in college, there were six Sarahs in our theater department (Sarah Vi., Sarah Va., Sarah M., Sarah H., Sara H. and me, Sarah S.). While all of us identified with sharing our name, six seemed a little out-of-control. Today, I connected with two of the other five Sarahs (Sarah Va. who is now a Sarah H. and Sarah M.).
Sarah Va., now Sarah H., was my ceramic painting partner. She had the final product to give to me, so I picked her up from work and drove her to Union Station. We pulled over on Adams right by one of the entrances and chatted in the car for a bit, ignoring the honks from cabs driving around us.
Sarah M. and I talked on the phone. She lives in nyc and it has been literal years since we’ve seen each other or talked. Unfortunately (or fortunately), arthritis in its various forms, brought us back together. I’ve never had a friend my age with a similar health issue. Having someone to talk to who has actually experienced the same problems, challenges, and stresses feels really good. While I wish she did not have to go through it, I am glad we can talk about it and hope that she finds as much comfort in our shared experience as I do.
Thanks Sarahs!
Day 170: I’m in a good mood…
As I walked home from the bus stop, yes I took the bus today, I had this running monologue in my head. “I’m in a good mood because…” There’s a lot of good in my life right now, so I’ve got a list going:
I’m in a good mood because I slept in a little bit.
I’m in a good mood because I took the bus.
I’m in a good mood because I finally feel confident in my new job.
I’m in a good mood because it was still light out at 7pm.
I’m in a good mood because I met that baby.
I’m in a good mood because our trip is coming up so soon.
I’m in a good mood because the hubs had warm dinner waiting for me when I got home.
I’m in a good mood because summer is coming.
I’m in a good mood because I have great people in my life.
I’m in a good mood because I’m in a good mood!
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