But I get up again
As I was leaving my Zumba class at the Y last night, I misjudged the height of a curb and took a quick dive into the grassy knoll in the parking lot. As my instructor was driving by. So as not to look like a complete idiot, I popped right back up and struck a "ta-daaaaah!" kind of pose.
This morning, as I was coming downstairs to let the dog out, my heel slid out from under me and I took the last three stairs by ass.
I'm a little sore.
Ok, honestly? I'm a lot sore.
Whatever. I got up, brushed myself off and I'm back on my feet again.
It's what I do.
Tonight, I went into full baking mode. I made pies. Tomorrow is Pi Day. As in 3/14 or 3.14 etc.
We're selling pies at work to raise money for Habitat for Humanity. I'm all for it.
And since I was at it, I made pies for Matt to take into work to thank the guy who constantly gives us hockey tickets.
Chocolate chess, thanks for asking.
So, I passed by this sign at the Universal Unitarian Church the other day, and I thought about it. And then I passed it again.
"Soften that within you that is ridged".
As I posted on Facebook, I felt sure they mean rigid - but that in proofreading a church sign, I may need to go ahead and heed that advice...
Look, I can't help but be critical of spelling, word choice and so on. Since I can't ride a bike or do algebra, or even walk upright without incident all that effectively, I have to play to my strengths.
Pie, syntax, grammar...giving people nicknames, Googling stuff...
I'm a busy woman, people. BUSY.