Caught up with two dear friends. Realized, while catching up with one of them, that I’ve had three firsts this week, which constitutes a banner week for me (first-time anythings are my favorite things!).
Firsts fuel my happiness; feed my need for brain stimulation; keep me excited about life.
And now, the details:
She shoots! She scores!
On Saturday, I played hockey for the first time. It was a dream come true. My friend had laboriously created an ice rink in his front yard. We celebrated his birthday with a potluck dinner, and the hardiest amongst us laced up our skates and took a spin.
Although I’m usually an excellent skater, there were three factors contributing to my tipsiness that night: it was my first time donning blades this year (1), I was…well…a bit tipsy (2), and my blades were rusty (3).
Nevertheless, as my friends Kris, Peter and I whirled around the rink, I yelled, “Kris! Have you got any hockey sticks?” knowing full well he probably would. He has ADD, he has kids, he’s as much of an outdoorsy guy as me. I mean, gal. I mean…aw heck, you know what I mean… he had sticks.
Ok, they were plastic. And we had a 6” X 8” piece of something-or-other for a puck. Kinda looked like a piece of roofing, and it kept breaking into pieces, but who cares? I played hockey! The goal posts were two bales of hay at one end (which Kris had kindly provided for sitting while lacing up, but which now doubled as impromptu goal posts) – and nothing at the other end. But who cares? I played hockey! My only regret is that I was NOT wearing my Montréal Canadiens jersey.
The second first came later that night. Most of my friends are artsy types, so of course we had an impromptu jam. For the first time ever, I improvised at the piano – in front of a house full of people. Caroline played guitar (another first – I guess that makes it four! I didn’t know she played guitar); my friend Richard improvised poetry (after much encouragement from me – it was HIS first time improvising spoken word – he was brilliant!); Kris added muted trumpet; and Peter laid down the beat on a Djembe (African hand drum). It was ecstatic!
Third first – this week, while we were walloped by the snowstorm shared by much of N. America – I SNOWSHOED to work! Yup. You read that right, and NO, we Canadians do NOT snowshoe to work on a regular basis (unless perhaps we live in Nunavut, Canada’s youngest and coldest territory). I live in a small city in southern Ontario. We have streets and cars and sidewalks and stuff. Except most of that was under three feet (and counting) of fresh-fallen snow on Wednesday morning.
The other two people on the street at 8:30 a.m. were astonished (and a little jealous, I think). Probably not as astonished as the folks who got to watch me play air guitar while crossing at a traffic light last summer, but still…I’m not sure if anyone has actually snowshoed into town since the 1600’s.
Firsts are fantastic!
The conversations with my two dear friends were astonishing, too. I’ll save that for another day.
Today, I wanted to share and savor my firsts. And encourage you to go out and have some “firsts” of your own. Let us know about it when you do!