> do we think my downstairs neighbor would have to kill me if I started tapping with tap shoes in my kitchen?

Speaking as someone who once lived under a tapper/clogger, I'ma say yes.

Clothes folded and put away. Receipts not entered, but that will have to wait until after church, methinks.

Speaking as someone who once lived under a tapper/clogger, I'ma say yes.

This is what I thought. I wonder if I tapped in the attic (above my apartment) if it would dampen the sound enough for her on the first floor. I haven't tapped since high school, but it seems to be the only form of physical exercise that I enoy and is semi-practical (I enjoy cross-country skiing as well, but almost impossible for a single woman in the city without a car. And you can only do it when there is enough snow.). I mean, I enjoy things like hop-scotch and jumpr roping rhymes, too, but those also seem like they would annoy my downstairs neighbor unless I did them outside, in which case, I think the men in white coats would be coming to take me away.

Speaking of childhood exercise things, my boss got an "exercise" hula hoop a while back, and got it delivered to the office, so of course we all tried it. It was so fun! I should get one of those.

Hula hooping is huge down here, as an exercise/art form thing.

I love that they order you "DON'T STIR TOO MUCH!"

I've been making no-knead bread with great success, because my cooking "style" involves doing as little as possible. This weekend Spouse made the no-knead bread for the first time (I had to work a lot) and he cannot stand not to over-work bread or pie crusts. It was causing him pain apparently, having to stop stirring before beating the dough into submission.

I want to learn to bake popovers like in Maine.

I hope hop scotch is the next hipster fad. That would be awesome.

Before my problems with wheat manifested, I used to make bread whenever I felt a little...tense. Beating the snot out of the dough was therapy. Nice results, too.

My MiL's white yeast bread recipe was versatile: standard loaf pans, two large braids or circled braids, four small straight or crescent braids or freeform loaves, a couple of braids or freeform loaves and a dozen crescent rolls. Two dozen crescent rolls, yadda. For years my contribution to potlucks was bread, a pretty cutting board, a good knife, a crock of sweet butter. I miss both the making and the eating of bread.

They could rip out the bocce lanes at the bars and replace them with hopscotch! Brilliant!

Hipster play bocce!?! The only bocce in Rochester that I know of is in the basement of the Italian American Community Center!

Damn it, now I'm hungry.