Bare...

One moment, one chance connection
One vision, one stolen stare
One cover, one dance, one lover
One vision, one answered prayer

A Cockeyed Optimist

There is something that I want more than anything. At least more than anything I have wanted in a very long time. I am ready to be on stage again. The last community theatre production I was on stage for was…um…a very long time ago. Even though it has been many moons since my last appearance on stage I have remained very close to my theatre family. In the last few years I have directed, choreographed, and assisted back stage.

Now, there is one show that I have wanted to be in every since I saw the movie as a child. It was a favorite of my grandfather, and thus and favorite of my whole family. I have given some not so subtle hints to the local director. Hints like, “…you know, I only have a few more years in me to play a sexy Lutellen.”

I don’t believe rumors in this town. People will tell you anything you want to hear. However, I have heard from more than one source that my dream may come true. Will I get the part I want? Doubtful. Let’s face it. I’m not nearly as young as I think I am. However, I plan to give it my best shot. Six months out. Preparation starts now.

So on this enchanted evening, while I’m still mending on the couch, I think I’ll have a Bloody Mary. ;) You like?

I knew it would...

Well. It finally happened. After thousands and thousands of miles on my bike I finally took a spill. Don’t worry…I’ll live.

I really need to come up with a better story. :/ But when I have told fellow riders what happened they all tell me that they have been there. So I don’t feel totally ashamed. Okay. Here is the break down. I was a little over two miles in to my ride. I was leaving town on my way to my south loop that takes me past the industrial park and eventually over to Claremont before coming back to Ste. Marie Road.

South Whittle Ave. has never been my favorite stretch of road. It is one of two options to get out of town to the south. As I was approaching the highway the road narrows and there is NO shoulder. Hearing traffic coming from behind I moved to the side of the road…like any good biker. The traffic passed but I could not move back to the left. I was dangerously close to the edge of the road. I was looking at it but could not move away. In an instant I was of the road (several inch drop off) and got flipped back onto the pavement. I stayed under the bike and slid for a good while. I also hit my head. Hard.

I’ll spare you too many details, but there was blood everywhere. First thought: get the bike. Second thought: Am I okay. Luckily there was someone working near where I went down who came to my aid and helped me get off the road. Yes, then I passed out. Thinking I needed stitches I called for someone to pick me up and take me to the hospital. Several hours later I’m all mended. I hurt. I am pretty buggered up on my left side.

I’ll get back on…just as soon as I can move my hip without crying.

And this isn't even the bad part.  :)