Barbara: As you may have
guessed from our copious posts here asking serious introspective questions (or
sometimes, silly introspective questions), that I am quite curious
(and—apparently—introspective) by nature. I like me some good, hearty questions,
and I love the follow-through of the convoluted and shifting “answers”. It’s
one of the reasons I find that subject matters for our blog come pretty
effortlessly—there’s always something spinning around in here (points to
noggin). However, I have spent the last few days playing, playing, and playing,
and am so far out of my head that I
haven’t asked a single question of my deep internal core, and can only share
the recent fun I’ve had with you in the hopes it’ll inspire you as it did me,
or that it’ll trigger your own questions that you can bring to our forum.
It’s been three days of
adventure:
First, on day one, there was
my niece/aunt special day. My youngest niece suggested we should go to The Ex,
which is a fair that comes every year for two weeks to downtown Toronto. It’s a
hundred year tradition, and a fun one, given the midway rides and action and
the indoor shows. I am not one to do anything that triggers my fear of heights
(or my fear of death). And—while I didn’t do all the stuff my niece did—I did
follow her on a number of rides, including a huge, high-in-the-air swing that
had me screaming from the moment the ride started to the moment it stopped.
Later, at one of the indoor shows—the amazing and wonderful Superdogs—Emily even got picked out of
the crowd to perform with the talented creatures. She was beside herself. I was
beside myself! At the end of the day, we had to tear ourselves away, exhausted
and spent, so we could get her home on time.
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| That's my youngest niece on the right! |
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| Yeah, that would be my niece hanging upside down up there (she did this ride THREE TIMES!!) |
Then on day three, I took my
other niece out for her special niece/aunt day—and she picked trampolining!!
Yes, that was me making a fool of myself on the wall-to-wall trampolines at SkyZone yesterday. I haven’t been on a trampoline since I was a young’un, and I’d
be lying if I didn’t have almost the same trepidation as I did for the
super-high-in-the-sky swing at The Ex! But I LOVED it. First of all, it’s an
amazing workout. We jumped for an hour (stopping several times to catch our
breath and drink water), and I was sweaty and exhausted at the end. But, most
importantly, there’s nothing like jumping around with wild abandon to make you
feel like a little kid. We topped off our special day with a relaxing lunch and
fancy manicures.
All in all, the last few days
have been a grand way for me to get out of my head for a while, to be so
immersed in the pleasures of life and the special people in it that all else
pales for a moment.
Oh, so wait, I do have an
introspective question for us: at the dinner with friends, one friend asked us
what our “true names” would be if we were in a fantasy book (I guess “true
names” figure large and are veeeeerrry important in fantasies). We played this game
to our amusement and fascination. Of course, it’s interesting to name the
people around you at a dinner party, but I’d like to share my own “true name” with
you (dubbed, btw, by me and not my buddies): “Curiouser”. Because curiosity
hasn’t—yet—killed this cat!
Deb:
Hmmmm, still don’t have my name. Maybe it would be “Flit”. Yeah. Flit. I like that.
Hmmmm, still don’t have my name. Maybe it would be “Flit”. Yeah. Flit. I like that.
