Suzanne

Colander Brain: The Effect of Too Much Work

Apr 202012
 

I am going on sabbatical this summer for 6 weeks to work on some book projects. One of my goals is to find my mind again. I have clearly lost it.

For instance, today I go to the gym, but don’t stop to have my card scanned at the front, which is really, really hard to do because the desk is huge and you have to go AROUND it to get to the locker room. The aerobics lady had to call after me all a few times to get me to even stop and turn around. I was clearly already in the zone.

Then, I stop by 7-11 after the gym to get a diet coke (which I really shouldn’t be doing anyway). I go inside, get my cup of artificial-sweetener, pay for it and then I can’t find my keys. They aren’t on the counter, they aren’t by the drinks and they aren’t in my purse. Where can they be? I think, could I have left them in the car? So, I go outside to look. Not only did I leave my keys in my car, I left the car RUNNING. Thanks God I live in a small town where grand theft auto is the exception and not the rule.

I hear the Internet is ruining our brain. We don’t remember things anymore because we can Google anything in a second. So, why bother to try to recall anything from our heads? Given how much time I spend at a computer, I am beginning to believe it.

 Posted by on April 20, 2012 1 Response »

It’s Never to Late to Return to the Playground

Apr 192012
 

I am turning “4o-ahem” this April and none too happy about it. I mean I just got over turning 35 a few weeks ago. So to celebrate turning 49  I’m picking up a new hobby: Lyra dancing also known as the hoop. I think it is high time I pick up aerial arts, don’t you think? This is what it’s supposed to look like:

I do not look like this.

But, I can get up on the hoop and flail around and spin, sort of. It’s supposed to just revolve. My teacher says I spin like I’m circling a drain. She is being kind.

The thing about this innocent looking steel hoop is that it hurts in the most interesting places. For instance, the knee hold, where you hand upside down by one bent knee?

My right knee thinks this is the most fun thing we’ve done since throwing our sand bucket over Billy in 2nd grade during recess.

My left knee (or the back of it) thinks I am the devil incarnate. This bruise does not even begin to show the swelling.

I am told eventually I will stop bruising. In the meantime, every Monday night at 9 p.m. you can pretty much guarantee you can find me on the couch packed in ice. Oh, and smelling like Arnica and biofreeze. Husband just looks at me like I’m crazy but secretly I think he likes that I refuse to give in to becoming an old crone. I shall spin and leap until I die, die, die (or at least get the knee hold). I’ll report in when that happens.

 Posted by on April 19, 2012 2 Responses »
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