Whim Day

Whim Day?
In May I totally forgot Whim Day. So sad. I was in a freelancing nadir. I always try to rack up the positives of my life, like the zero commute time, my time mostly being my own. Most months not worrying about money. I've got more time than money, but that's my M.O.. Creating a life that's mine. All awesome, rockin' stuff.

Every so often work lulls. It gets me in Hustle Mode. It makes me pinch pennies. It also makes me introvert on the site, because I'm offline hustling and pinching pennies.

Work has turned around with two graphic facilitation projects that were booked early May to happen in June, and one that literally surfaced Monday and was done yesterday. Since June 8th it's been - New Orleans for 2.5 days (work) to Chicago for 2 days (home) to New Haven for 5 days (work) to Chicago for 2 days (home) to suburban Chicago for 1 day (work).

*whew* I need a nap!

I'm happy and proud of the work done on those 3 projects. I feel I helped make all three events more positive experiences.

I've got about 3 dozen emails to write, but my paws are tired! So, I think I'll take my monthly Whim Day early. I debated heading downtown for one movie, or North for a different one. I'm heading South for Art School Confidential and probably Wow Bao buns...?
posted on 6/22/2006 09:04:00 AM

Monday, June 19, 2006

From the Peabody Museum site:
The preparation and design of this exhibition, which required five years to complete, was directed by Shirley Hartman; it opened to the public on May 12, 1972.

Flax is Where It's At
My friend Amihan makes some superfantastic* flaxseed crackers:

She's in town and invited us over to Darryn's (her host, our friend) for dinner. Much fun, good food and good conversation. Bonus: flaxseed crackers.

*You may doubt the tastiness potential of flaxseed crackers. Go ahead and doubt. The crackers are unwaveringly confident in their tastiness.

Self Portrait Tuesday
My white legs against my white ceiling. Behold the whiteness.

New Wheels
1986-ish: I used to adore rollerskating as a kid. I loved skating around my neighborhood. Less keen on skating at the Great Skate in Fridley. I'm a solo skater, not a big rink skater.

2005 (2004?): Leah asked me to be part of the Windy City Rollers. Wow, in a parallel universe I am The Bomber in a roller derby league. In this universe I am uninsured and a hate roughhousing.

Today: I had it in the back of my head to try rollerskating again. There is a backstory, but it's clunky and not terribly interesting.

I headed out to my big, annual neighborhood sale with Jim and Billy. After puttering around and looking at other people's junk, Jim headed home. Billy and I tarried on. We turned a corner and I spot some big, nearly-new Skechers rollerskates!

Billy said, "Even your feet aren't big enough for those."

"Don't be so sure."

[I am a 5'2" female, but my athletic shoes are men's 92F's. I am very stable.]

I try on a rollerskate and it fits!

And get this -

S-i-x d-o-l-l-a-r-s.



I schlepped my new wheels to an afternoon meeting. Great meeting. I get a cup of confidence and tell myself I'm going to skate the five blocks home.

I leave the meeting and don my new skates. Holy crap! It's been nearly two decades since I've been on skates. Sidewalks are all of a sudden terrifying.

I realize this is a no-go and I try to take off my skates standing up. I was not wearing my smartypants. My legs went out from under me - *BOOM* - on my butt. My butt was fine. I also landed on my left wrist. It was not happy.

Note: no more skating until I get wrist guards.

A woman happened to be biking by just as I got closer to the Earth. She called out, "That looked like fun until you fell!"