The truth about my ice skating skill or the lack of it

Patinoire de Carouge

Changing into my boots after 3 turns on the rink was a glorious feeling. However, gliding awkwardly on the ice rink before turning 50 was even glorious. Let us forget about the awkwardness and  focus in the moment when I finally decided to get those pair of ice skates and tried to glide and at the same time hang on to the railings that surround the rink. Of course, I was hesitant at first. Thinking about those tiny human beings on the ice rink, effortlessly doing their stuff. Excitedly turning... Skating without a care in the world.  How would I glide without hurting anyone? Will their helmets protect them from this woman reluctantly skating in black pants?
My gals were so thrilled and really helpful. Taking my hands and encouraging me to skate near the center. Not yet girls. Perhaps not today but Nanay will get there slowly. Maybe not like Michelle but definitely ready to have fun,smile at  strangers who give encouragement and confident enough to glide without a care in the world or   even her ageing knees.

2018 Journal

Second day of 2018 and I am struggling to come up with something interesting to write. This is merely to keep my mind busy and working. I have recently concluded that it needed more stimulation. It's not being productive and words are slowly slipping by. I am getting old and it's scary how time passes by quickly. My brain has to work more. I read. Knit. But there are times that words do not come fluidly as before. Maybe writing will help. Keeping a journal.Typing every words that come out  of my mind. My precious mind. Besides, I like typing. I remember when I have started learning that skill in Sight and Sound. How sleepy I was during the first few week-end mornings. Thinking I should be sleeping late instead of looking at that big screen and learning to type. Looking back, that is one of the best gifts I was offered. Thanks to my Tita Elsa.
I guess this will do for now.  Spanish Assimil is next and the night is short.

Claire's and my girls

There should be a lounge,some magazines and while we're at it how about some coffee with macaroons or cupcakes. Ah! The dream of someone like me who accompanied her daughter at Claire's one Wednesday morning.  How I wish to say that it was a great day..an experience not to miss but it was just the opposite for me.
The shop has so many interesting products and my two girls go ga-ga over them especially with promos like buy 3 and get 3 more for free or get 10 for chf 10.-
They go round and round, undecided, ooh and ahhs as they hop from one display to another.
 At this particular Wednesday morning ,however, there was only one daughter with me. I swear, she is  in the shop while I took this picture, buried among the merchandise. I didn't time her but it felt like eternity waiting for her.
I should have chosen not to be mad, not think of the lunch that I needed to prepare and just wait and let my feet stay rooted in front of the shop. I should have sat and ordered some coffee at the café nearby but instead I waited impatiently and it made our time together worst and I was SORRY about that BUT...I am only human. A mother who does not do any window shopping. Who knows what she needs to buy before going to the shop. AND one who does not want to stay long in it. This is me. Someone who does not learn her lesson when shopping at Claire's with her daughters.
I hope to handle my emotions better with my eldest, yep, she has this gift card and would like  to  shop next week.
This is an ongoing cycle where I fervently wish to pass with flying colors to become the best Claire's shopping buddy if not of our household.
I love my daughters, two different characters, but ONE BIG LOVE for CLAIRE'S and I am in big, big trouble.

To blog or not to blog...AGAIN!!

The girls have been clamoring for more baby pictures and videos. I want them to  brush their teeth  because the school dentist's note has a lot of x's on it.  Anyway, this is not about their teeth, I just wanted to write something tonight. My note in my planner says: write/journal/blog. I have to do something about this. To be able to accomplish something by mid-week aside from laundry or my forever note of clearing up the garden. It is cold now, a valid reason for not accomplishing the latter and/or perhaps the wind might blew the  dried leaves and browning vines away--I just don't know where and don't want to know. But  it's not happening anytime soon. So I wait for the sun or a sunny afternoon --some reason to inspire me. 

Maybe tomorrow or this week-end. Heaven give me the courage. But for now at least I can cross out write/journal/blog in my planner and have that light feeling before hitting the sack.