I vacillate between thinking that I’m at the cutting edge of technology (after all I CAN use a microwave) to the opposite end of the scale where it seems everybody is running and I’m limping along at the end of the line with a bent cane.
The eternal, world-without-end-amen stream of data is beginning to wear on me.
Okay, so I have too much time on my hands. And I wasn’t invited to a single 4th of July party today – the biggy is tomorrow, so I decided to take a day of total freedom. I’m not doing one thing except what the spirit moves me to do. No “to do” list and no work whatsoever.
My “tribe” did a little war dancing today – on a table no less. That’s something I’ve wanted to do all my life and lately we been doing a lot of it.
File this one under “things you didn’t know and were flabbergasted to find out.”
I didn’t believe it myself at first. Did you know that the Original Rolling Stones didn’t come out of Great Britain at all? And they were more likely to be spotted over a cold brew at the Crossroads than a spot of tea in the shadow of Buckingham Palace.
Marie and I participated in theTour de Tibbee this weekend. What a thrill. Five other classmates from West Point High School participated in other events.
Not unlike the Tour de France, the race was grueling and seemed to last 2100 miles. In fact, it was slightly shorter – like 2099 miles..
In the final moments there were only two riders left pedaling – Marie and me. She beat me by a hair when my shoe lace got caught in the spokes and I flipped.