Missus Bounty Basket

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 wit

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.