I started roller skating when I was five years old and pretty much went weekly from then until I was 16. I took lessons for four years so there are an awful lot of memories (most of them pretty good). I think the most memorable might have been winning a speed skating contest on New Year's Eve when I was 12. I beat a lot of boys in my age division.
We had much gronk here this morning. Olivia's not quite over her bug so she was a crying, screaming mess until about 2 a.m. last night. DH mostly dealt with her but I could hear her down the hall as I was trying to get to sleep. We all finally fell asleep. Then at 5:30 a.m., I heard the "WOOF, WOOF" as Mac stood at the bottom of the stairs barking to go out. I leapt out of bed with a huge adrenaline rush because I was afraid she was going to wake Liv. So I let her out to potty. Then, of course, the cat assumed I was up to feed him and he started weaving about my ankles trying to trip me so I would feed him. After feeding the cat, feeding the dogs, getting Mac's medication, making sure the dogs didn't eat the cat's food, it was 6:00 a.m. and I was awake for the day. I started the coffee and Owen got up at 6:30.
DH said, "fuck it" and called in today. He gave me a nap until I go up to fix lunch. He's catching a nap now and I'm considering taking the kids to Michael's to check on getting something framed.
I love thinking about JZ with her swirly cape.
I love thinking about JZ with her swirly cape.
It's a lovely sight. She has a very stately skating style too, which suits it.
The heater guys have left for lunch. (Well, 20 minutes ago -- skipping and skimming takes a long time.) My fluffy cat has come out of hiding. (Behind the sofa.) She is still disgruntled and is occassionaly letting out a mournful sound.
I went down to the basement to visith the other one. He has climbed up into the pipes etc that are in the basement ceiling and just sits there and looks at me as I call him. Well, if he stays there all day and I can coax him out once the heater guys leave for real -- it will be okay.
Eddie Izzard...cats hiding power tools when we come in. Right?
Perversely, my ice-skating memories are all from Southern California. (I lived near an ice-skating rink.)
I love ice-skating, cause it is the only sport I'm a natural at. Normally you can find me in the dictionary, next to klutz. (Really: they sloughed off the whole "alphabetical order" thing.) But put me on ice skates, and I'm klutzy for two minutes, and then I'm on the ice doing figure ones. (Hey I never said I was natural Olympic material. But I can ice skate without falling - for a really long period of time. I was able to do it the first time I ever ice skated. And I still can.)
I used to take figure skating lessons when I was much, much younger. I remember being a part of the drill team and having early morning practices. We had to clear the ice for the hockey team, but not before doing our kick line down the length of the rink. That kept the eager hockey boys from sneaking onto the ice too early. Weak ankles kept me from making progress in competitions and I finally quit.
I have taken the kids skating. K-Bug does pretty well and CJ is absolutely without finesse but also without fear.
