When my gym offered free Zumba lessons, I could not wait.
“Wow!” I told my daughter. “What a bargain!” Maybe it was my well-known klutziness or the way I danced around with the news, waving my arms to a salsa beat that put a damper on her response. Or maybe it was this summer’s media reports about Zumba sending folks to the ER.
I never saw a multi-tasking opportunity I didn’t like. So it didn’t take long, with piles of books to read for grad school and some road trips in the offing, to figure out that reading and driving had to become fellow travelers.
More than a few times, at the end of some ill-conceived scheme, I’ve thought, “If I only had a video camera. I’d just put it on the record right now. “Never EVER should you try this again,” I would tell myself, camera rolling, and proceed to list in detail the reasons why I detested the adventure.
Years ago, when pagers went out of style in favor of cell phones that play “Another one bites the dust,” I thought, “Yay! We’re finally done with the beeps.”
It took a tiny high-pitched pulsing sound penetrating the bedroom at 2 a.m. last week to remind me how wrong I was.
Every family has one. That paragon of dietary and fitness virtue. In ours, it’s Aunt Sally. A tiny, wispy iron woman, Sally is a 95-pound repository of all things disciplined and difficult to do.
I’ve never met a true-false test I liked. What, after all, is 100 percent true? And what is completely false?
I like to chalk up the brain freeze to superior analytical thinking but have a secret fear. Maybe I’m just a complicator. Someone who can take the stuff of everyday life, question it to death and transform it into a moral dilemma.
I thought I was getting an iPad just to save my back and some trees. But the lean, mean machine doesn’t just let me haul a complete set of books and articles to class in my purse. Now, thanks to my friend Pam, I am using it to play something called Words with Friends.
It sounded innocent enough.
They say a journey of 1,000 miles begins with a single step, so it should come as no surprise that de-stressing for something as big as the holidays must begin with 10,000.
I’m not sure if it was nostalgia for Steve Jobs, my aching back, or the encouragement of readers, but this week, in one of those passionate gotta-have moments, I rushed out and bought an iPad.
This is hard to admit in pubic, but I’m finally coming out.
After telling my book club, my children, and the English major in me that real books are better, I’ve been sneaking around with a Kindle.