Number 19 isn’t anything crazy, just something I’d like to learn. I have a long relationship with blown glass. In Virginia on our 8th grade trip to DC we went to Colonial Williamsburg and a bunch of other colonial places. The part that I remember most is the glass blowing. I bought two pieces of the fragile green glass to bring home. Then there’s all the blown glass that I came across in college at UCSC. My parents also have beautiful glasses to drink from and tiny candy shaped glass trinkets. It’s beautiful and fragile. I’d really like to visit the Chihuly Garden and Glass Exhibit in Seattle.
The parts about blowing glass that interest me are the constant motion you must keep, all the ancient tools and mostly the part where they cradle the hot glass in some version of a wooden spoon or newspaper to shape it. Something about that action seem soft, rhythmic and soothing. Here, like this:
- Travel to 6 of the 7 continents. Let’s be honest, Antarctica is a long shot. So far I’ve been to North America (Canada, Mexico, Costa Rica) and Europe (France).
- Spend time practicing yoga at an ashram in India, with my brother.
- Join a choral group and sing with them regularly.
- Tour all 50 states in an RV.
- Visit Monet’s Gardens at Giverny.
- Take ballroom dancing classes so I can ballroom dance for fun.
- Travel to a far away destination by boat.
- To be exceedingly generous to my family and friends.
- Write a book.
- Complete all three courses designed by BKS Iyengar in his book Light On Yoga, over the prescribed 300 weeks (5.7 years).
- Go hang gliding.
- Catch a baby being born.
- Champion a cause – out of hospital midwife assisted birth.
- Have a garden worthy of a Sunset Magazine photo shoot.
- Fit comfortably into a coach class airplane seat.
- Throw a huge party and invite all of our friends and family. Dancing included.
- Go on an epic solo adventure.
- See Alaska by train.
- Blow glass.
|Lookin’ a whole lot like a kid these days. It’s bittersweet.|
|Today we went to say farewell to the Baby and Me class that we attended weekly for Porter’s first 14 months. There was a lifesize baby doll, which was weighted too. Porter saw all the mommies with their babies and co-opted the doll for himself.|
|He carried this baby around for 20 minutes and was devastated when we had to give it back to Kitty, the doll’s “mama”.|
|Fear not, Big Baby is on her way via UPS. She’ll be so happy to have found a second chance with another child.|
|This is what the yard looks like when it’s being flood irrigated. It would be fun to play in, if it was freezing.|