Spinning Girl Deep Cuts: Stupid x3

Originally posted 7/20/05

Top 3 Stupidest Things I Have Done:
A Sharing Session

1979: My sister & I decided to ride bikes side by side, with me holding her handlebars and her holding mine. The ride lasted 0.13 seconds and we traveled approximately 9.75 inches before falling over. She jumped off, I fell -- on her bike -- and the axle poked a 1” deep hole in my thigh.
High point: The exhilaration of considering a future circus career.
Low point: The realization that this dream, too, must die.

1988: Traveling halfway across Long Island Sound in a 12’ rowboat. We took 3 outboard motors that my boyfriend had rebuilt & wanted to try out. No life vests. Only other boats out there were the ferry and a huge barge.
High Point: Swimming off the middlegrounds lighthouse.
Low point: What I did for Love.

2000: Jumping off a cliff near the Via dell’ Amore in Manarola, Italy and breaking my tailbone. A 35’ jump and I didn’t clench properly. Water shot up my butt and snapped my tailbone. It hurt for a year.
High point: The view on the way down was gorgeous.
Low point: The instant I hit the water and made that elephant-seal-like groan that you only make when you majorly hurt your ass (you’ve made it too, when you fell off your bike seat onto the bar) .

In the pink

So what happened was I suddenly got really busy, and it's like this crazy manic energy that keeps me just running running running like a hamster in the wheel I can't really spend a lot of time on creativity because all my energy is going into the projects, these amazing projects the kids are turning out which are due in two days and after that I will just crash, maybe. One day last week we had a really fun day that included a 12-on-12 tug of war and food, there was cake, lots of it. And of course it is so lovely outside the trees are blooming and dropping all their petals it's like a giant pink snowstorm so every day I go out and sweep my driveway of the petals. I wish I could box them up and send them to you but they wither so very quickly. I had a giant party for Cinco de Mayo lots of people came and I bought booze, actual booze, from the alcohol store for others to drink for the margarita punch, the booze store where I felt like a fish out of water funny when I used to make that stop every week, twice three times sometimes and they knew me by name how sad is that? Now if I could just find my Zen place I will turn to my former state of bliss and maybe some ideas will come, I'm a bit blocked in my writing. I think if I did this sort of thing more often then ideas would come. Oh and I still love you, I didn't forget you know.