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This weekend we celebrated the beginning of summer by going canoeing at a nearby lake. We paddled out into the open with the bigger, motored boats (egads!!) on our way to a nice quiet little cove where we stopped and just drifted for a bit. That little bit of time just being still in the sun with the smell of summer all around – a Godsend.
We went for a bike ride on newly opened bike trail the next day. I was hoping for a short ride to get me back into the swing of things. The plan was to go 7.5 miles to the neighboring town, then turn around and head back. About a mile into it, I was feeling great. This wasn’t bad at all! I’m not in as bad shape as I thought. About 3 miles into it, I realized it was because there was a small but steady grade. Downhill all the way, baby! About 3.1 miles into it, it dawned on me that we had to go back the same way. UP the grade. The entire trip back was indeed uphill. By 10 miles into it (only 5 to go!) I was cursing the VIM for suggesting the ride. 12 miles in I was cursing the person who invented the bicycle in the first damned place. 14 miles into it, I would have cried, but couldn’t spare the extra water (did I mention that there wasn’t a lot of shade along the trail? )…I had a water bottle, but refused to stop for fear that I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to get back on the bike. Holy Cats am I ever out of shape!
Yesterday the VIM emailed me and asked that I keep a Fri/Sat in June open for a surprise destination roadtrip.
I hate surprises. Seriously. When someone says “I know something you don’t” I want to punch them in the head. The VIM, he knows this.
I called him and said that I was good to go that weekend as long as we were back by early afternoon. He said, “That’s fine. The only thing I want to do Saturday morning is go to the Strip District.”
AH HA! He let it slip. I knew the destination. As I hung up the phone I was all, “Mwahah ahaha hahahah!”
Then I started thinking.
It’s not like the VIM to let stuff slip. Did he do that on purpose? Is he trying to….MISLEAD me? What a cunning plan that would be – to lull me into thinking that I know when I really have no idea. Maybe HE’S the one who’s all, “MWAHAHA AHAHAHAHA.”
I hate surprises that aren’t surprises that I decide MIGHT be surprises.
My head. It hurts.
A few nights ago the VIM asked me if I was still keeping a journal. He knows that I journal, and knows that it’s online. I don’t think he quite understands WHY I would want to journal online, and I’ve never been able to really explain it. Because we don’t really talk about it much (and because he’s never asked), I’ve never given him the address. Not only that, but I never told him my “blog name” is Elle, or that he is the VIM.
He still doesn’t know the blog names, but tonight after work I’ll send him a link to this site. Who knows if he’ll actually follow it here or not.
Just in case, though, everyone wave to the VIM!
When I was in kindergarten, my teacher asked students to count as high as we could. I got to somewhere around 250 when she made me stop because I was boring the other kids. At this same time, though, I could not zip my coat…could not for the life of me wrap my head around how a zipper worked. That was me…book smart and street stupid (a phrase my co-workers love).
I’m telling you this because my blog is 6 years old this week and very much the same way I was at 6 years old. Oh, the potential is there…but functioning on a daily level? Not so much.
Dear Person Who Has Been Mowing My Yard While I’m At Work And Does A Really Nice Job,
You Rock.
XOXO
Elle
Filed under: General
I’m part of a community group that I’d love to tell you more about (because I truly love it), and we have been working on a project for a really good cause, which I’d ALSO love to tell you more about. Some days the decision to keep this blog as anonymous as possible is a pain in the rump.
In any case, the money-raising part of the project came to an end this weekend with a big fundraising shindig. Now that it’s over I can look back and say that all the planning, work, blood, sweat, and tears was well worth it. It was one hell of a shindig. I can ALSO look back and say that having 20+ people involved in planning anything is its OWN project. We couldn’t even agree on whether to have planning committees or not, yet we pulled the event off.
Right now every single cell in my body is releasing a HUGE sigh of relief.
Onward to the physical labor part of the project. woohoo!
