The Whole Wide World

Struggling to come up with words today, so this is probably gonna be random AF. I’m also in rare form. Like that first sentence wasn’t a clue in. My workday ended in the store, with my friend Marty spotting me as I made multiple attempts at doing a handstand. I’ve had the urge to do one for a minute now. My attempts were not in a slow strategic manner either. It looked like me throwing my hands over my head, flinging my body upside down rather quickly and sounded like lots of loud noise.

After multiple halfway-there attempts with Marty, he finally grabbed my ankles on the upswing and voila, I did an assisted handstand. I decided that it’s low risk and I am going to keep trying every morning before the store opens sans Marty. This post will mark the starting date of my attempts to walk around on my hands again. It’s not as easy as I remember. Tonight was also the seventh consecutive night I’ve gone out. Like I said, rare form. This evening the event was trivia. Adrenaline hopped from all the inversions, Marty and I headed over to Gallagher’s for trivia. My team won. Again. The trophy shall remain in the store, which is great not only for our trivia team, but also for this little stuffed penguin who happens to live on top of the trophy aka its throne.

A few months ago, a couple of the Kiwi fellas over at Scott Base took an interest in this stuffed dog, Ansley, that lived in the store with me. They asked a couple of times if they could buy him and I said no. Then one night while I was over there for American Night, one of them asked if they could borrow the dog if they bought me a stuffed penguin from their store. I agreed that a ‘pet swap’ would be acceptable. So I left that night with a little fluffy penguin and the next day they came over and stopped by the store and took the dog. I put the dog in a large cardboard box and made a fuss over them making sure he gets fed, walked and all that good stuff. I also mentioned that I’d sedated him for the journey.

The following day, I received an email from Ed over at Scott Base, he was wrote to me in the voice of the dog. He let me know that the journey went well and he was settling in to his new home. There was even a picture of him (the dog) in one of the beds over there, where he was resting while the sedatives wore off. The communications have continued and I write back on behalf of the penguin, though I am a bit overdue on my latest response. I’ll have to get on that.

In other news, my Dad sent me a friend request on Facebook today. This is terrifying (love ya Dad!). To give you an idea, his profile picture is from 1976 and only half of him is in it. To be fair, it is a group photo of him and all his bestest buds from Thomas Jefferson High School, and he really does have the bestest buds. But yeah, it is sideways because technology is not and never was, his forte. I’d throw in a story about a typewriter (typewriter?!) that took flight in our living room when I was little, but I think that little blip is case in point enough. Not long after I saw my own friend request from him, my best friend, Francesca sent me a screenshot of hers. Gawd bless. We are all in for a treat if he figures out how to start commenting on stuff. Again, love you Dad!