NO THUMB
I jammed my thumb this evening while playing Ultimate Frisbee. Now, instead of a thumb, I have a fat, purple stump. Even panda bears have thumbs more opposable than mine.
Musings of a Winter Wren
I jammed my thumb this evening while playing Ultimate Frisbee. Now, instead of a thumb, I have a fat, purple stump. Even panda bears have thumbs more opposable than mine.
This morning I swam a five mile relay across a city lake with three friends. It worked like this: one person swam a leg while the other two paddled a canoe. However fun, it completely sapped my energy for the rest of the day. Right now I feel about as industrious as a cooked noodle.
I recently completed Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl. I think I enjoyed the metaphors more than the story itself. Anyways, treading water between books, I woke up preposterously early this morning with nothing to read. So I picked up a copy of Ramona the Brave that I had found it in a box of throw away books on someone's porch earlier this summer. You know what? It's good stuff. I must say Beverly Cleary really tapped the psychology of a six year old.
Somewhere around 1500 feet, the city she thought she knew so well suddenly resembled a busy circuit board.
The Steady and I are driving up to Canada to visit Sleeping Giant Provincial Park.
In preparation for my trip to Ecuador I went to a travel clinic to get my ass vaccinated. Again, I don't have health insurance so I'm a little more aware of the cost/value during my visit. I paid $125 to sit down with a very nice young man who printed about four or five pages off a World Health Organization website. He sat across from me and read through the pages and put little stars next to the word 'Imodium' and wrote the word 'no' next to schistosomiasis. Excellent. Real nice guy. Oh, he also told me not to drink green water. Okay, check.
I was recently informed that love is expressed not through words or actions, but how we gaze at the objects of our affections. There is a couple on my Ultimate Frisbee team. I don't know them very well, but sometimes at the end of a game, she'll speak to him and he will look at her like he wants to chisel her likeness out of a marble block.
I tried to read in the park this afternoon but the humidity kept humping my neck like a lusty collie. I was flattered but I had to leave the park. It was breaking up my concentration.
In a Leipzig elevator: Do not enter lift backwards, and only when lit up.
In a Bucharest hotel lobby: The lift is being fixed for the next day. During that time we regret that you will be unbearable.
I was recently talking to The Steady and his roommate about women who transform their boyfriends into partners-for-life by lying to them about birth control. While I think this kind of trick is extremely low and will probably result in an unhappy situation for everyone involved, I think some men make dangerous assumptions and when they get someone pregnant they walk away blameless. I think men have the responsibility to talk to their girlfriends about birth control methods and talk to them about what should be done if an unplanned pregnancy occurs. But that's one of those mature, grown-up conversations that even adult men have a hard time starting. All I'm saying is, I wouldn't have a ton of sympathy for a man, who suddenly finds himself in the middle of a new family because all he wanted to do was Stick It In and never bothered to have a conversation with his girlfriend about birth control.
My friend Max has two pieces of art hung at a new gallery in town. I went to the opening this evening and I hate to sound like a mom, but his stuff was the best stuff there.
A list of edibles/drinkables I like to have around:
I was chatting with my boss yesterday and she said there's a chance (although small) that I might be offered full time work at this school. That means I would have health benefits again after five years. I might actually get to see a doctor. And do other crazy things like get my teeth cleaned. Just imagine, living in the richest country in the world and actually feeling like it!
I woke up bewitched by La vaise d’Amelie. I must find the sheet music for this piece. And also, steal a piano.
Last night, while touring a wing of the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History with my family, a Siberian tiger stalked the perimeter of the building like the Virginia Tech shooter.
Late last night I finished Wicked by Gregory Maguire. I didn't love it, but I liked it well enough. For some reason I expected the characters to be more one dimensional, like fairytale characters should be. Not all messy and complicated like humans. Oh well. Ding Dong! We all know how it ends anyway.
Yesterday, I spent the day with my friend and his family on their very large boat. We hit so many waves I think my third and fourth lumbar vertebra permanently fused.
I'm running a triathlon tomorrow morning (1/3 mile swim, 14 mile bike, 3 mile run). I'm trying not to get all serious about it, but I'm nervous. I am going to take a bath now and shave all my hair off. And probably drink a beer. There are a lot of carbohydrates in beer, right?