We are all getting older, every minute of every day…tick-tock, tick-tock. But isn’t it how we behave that determines the youthful-joy factor in our life? For example, at my husband’s Birthday on Saturday, our friend Bill (he’s an 8-year old trapped in a 40-something body) orchestrated and executed The Spanking Machine. Remember that painful, yet wonderful, human contraption when you were a kid? I dreaded and welcomed it—all in the same minute. The kids loved leaping and smacking, the adults loved watching and I loved the fact that my husband participated with a happy, boyish-birthday grin. What a great 43-year old sport!
My “Baskin-Robbins-on-steroids” ice cream cake was a mass of freezing deeee-lish success. Once sawed through, the pieces were so large they had to be halved, and even then, there was enough sugar to injure a diabetic. We will be snacking on cake leftovers through November. He received wonderful presents; a gift card to his favorite-teckie-nerdling store, Fry’s, a Boston T-shirt (he is a classic rocker-at-heart) and a poster-size picture of the“Wiener Sisters” we had blown up for his office. I am sure that he would agree, hands down (think spanking) the best gift of all is good health and friends to ring in a new year of the amazing Captain Phard (that is his nick-name and it can only be explained in a separate post).
Riding a unicycle is like life. To be successful and enjoy the ride, they both require tremendous balance and focus. I sit up tall, shoulders back and imagine I am holding one of my young boys under each arm. My best-friend-techie-husband’s hand on my seat (hubba, hubba) to guide me, and my two wiener dogs running alongside, looking like double Dumbos. As I train to ride Blanche, my unicycle, in a half-marathon, I think how good God is as the breeze blows my brown hair, a big smile on my face. Come along for a thrilling one-wheel ride while I do my best to maintain balance... but keep an open mind, there is always something new to learn!