7and8

I was in spin class this morning. (OK, don't go hatin' since I participate in something with a gauche yuppie word. Just trying to lose the belly et. al.) The instructor tells us that the big climb for the class is coming up when the next song on the CD starts. My legs are burning but I'm still going to attack this hill. Then...the song changes....to 'Free Bird'....LIVE.

An hour and a half later we get over the hill and say goodbye to the place where pain makes you go numb. We recover, somewhat, and then the little hill comes. 'Stairway to heaven'.

I don't know if the work-out made me feel good or if it was the contact buzz from the red-neck next to me, but I sure as hell am going back next week. I hear she has an Allman Brothers tribute box set!

I can't.
I was asked the question I wait all year to hear, "What do you want for your Birthday?"
I don't need anything and everything I really want is more expensive than a birthday present should be.
I'm content. I don't know that I've ever been content when asked about material goods. Holy adulthood, I'm growing up! There are things that are more important than things. I confess, I've stopped looking at the Best Buy ads.

I need something else to do. Maybe I'll solve that world hunger thing.

Chewie! Get out there and take care of that. Probably just a mynok chewing on a power cable, or something.


Now we know why they don't put sub-titles for what Chewbaca says. He was telling Han where he could put his hydro-spanner

I got sucked in! I usually don't care for football but the energy around town got to me and since the SuperBowl is in a stadium I've been in before...I got sucked in. I was pulling for the damned Pats. Then I started rooting for the Colts. I was jumping up and down for God's sake. Worst of all I was heartbroken (in a way) when they couldn't tie it up.

Go Bruins...Oh yea, they lost too.

I've successfully instilled a love for LEGOs in 7&8. Now comes the hard part. Letting them build ugly asymmetrical hunks of stacked bricks without grabbing it and making it what I see in my mind's eye. I really am appalled at my silent reaction. Saying, "That's neat." "oohing" and "aahing" at the details they point out while thinking (whoa, that thing will never out-fly a TIE). I didn't know I was this crazy about LEGOs, or my preconceived notions. I know this is knitted to some issue that makes me who I am. I know I tend to be a visual person. Resisting those tendencies that are stronger than you know is easier in front of children than other people and especially when I'm alone.
Learning to let the little birds fly on their own is tough. It is easier when the are doing things you didn't. Sometimes its easier to let them make those mistakes that they must so get beyond a certain point. I'm off to "ooh" and "Aaah" and keep my hands to myself.

The new year calls for something wistful and poetic. But I don't think I'll answer today. I'm resting.