Actually, there was a more likely possibility that I would be disabled or injured at my job. When I became fragile, I gave away the bicycle, the punching bag, the skateboard, the rollerblades—no sense asking for trouble. Held onto the ice skates for sentimental reasons.
Now, I read and cook. Today, we’re having a variety of crispy fresh veggies marinated in balsamic vinaigrette, and I’m indulging in temptation (fudge cut into candy-bar sizes and frozen for future chocolate emergencies.) Chicken in ramen noodles later. Avocado in balsamic vinaigrette for evening snack. Maybe the skiing is less risky....
See you later!
I have a pair of ice skates that my son’s ex-girl friend gave me several years ago, and if I ever get to a point when I feel good and creative at the same time, I will paint them a la Mary Engelbriet and hang them on my front door for Christmas.
And then there are those unfinished felt Christmas projects I keep running across...
Sounds delicious. We’ll be having whatever they offer at the Cub Scouts awards celebration. Cakes made by small boys, for one thing ...