Week #24: Every day I’m shufflin’

“You work faster & faster & every time you look up there seems to be just as much left to sweep as before, & you try even harder, & you panic, & in the end you’re out of breath & have to stop…” – Michael Ende, Momo

There are so many things to thank Canada for—Nathan Fillion, maple syrup, & many, manly beards—but I never would have thought I’d add curling to that list…which I’m doing..right now.

One of the brightest (that’s an inside joke, just so you don’t think I’m insulting the rest of you) of the AN52 readers suggested curling as an activity when I was trawling for AN52 ideas (thanks!!). I signed up almost immediately—here it was something completely foreign, somewhat obscure, but with style & panache enough to spare.

In case you don’t know what curling is, it’s just like this—at least if you’re Canadian. You begin by pushing off from the hack (a block stuck into the ice) with the “rock”, that stone with the handle, in your dominant hand & a broom in the other. The idea is to transfer your mass’s momentum to the stone and get it to land in the center target on the other end of the rink. 2 members of your team have brooms and shuffle along the ice sweeping in front of the rock. Too slick & too much momentum, it goes to far; too little, & well, you get the picture. There are 2 teams who alternate throwing & with the strategy that ensues, I can understand why it’s sometimes called “Ice Chess”.

If I haven’t communicated the game play well, at least I can let you know how enjoyable it was. Coming into an ice rink in the middle of the summer heat is refreshing & even though it’s incredibly low-impact, I worked up a sweat & “felt the burn”. I’ve never played a sport that was so social & low-key, kind of like, “Hey, you want to come curling with me? Bring the kids & the dog & the burgers & we’ll all have a good time.”

Despite that there’s still a moment of thrill.When you’re sweeping like mad & the rock is getting closer to your broom (if they touch, they’re disqualified), all that matters in the world is sweeping faster & shuffling faster to set a good path & keep ahead of it. You don’t even have time to ask yourself, Why am I fleeing from a rock sliding down this ice with a broom in my hand? It’s just that much fun.

Weeks #6-8 Reports

Week #6: A rock to remember report:

My jar of mini-Ebenezers (reminders of God’s provision & faithfulness) turned out great. You can see pics on Flickr.

Week #7: Business formal report:

The Addy’s Award show that I attended as a ‘creative’ (fancy word for people who do art stuff) for Premier. It was definitely a ‘party’ party with an open bar & lively music, a combination which I have about 0 experience with. A mini-AN52 project presented itself when I got thirsty. I had to ask for a bottled water at the bar, only after asking one of the guys leaning on it if there was a line.

The video that Premier put forth got a silver (so, yay!) & Lynnae (a fellow employee) & I got free candy from the candy table. More info & pics on Flickr.

Week #8: Growing pains report:

Car rental places are age-ists, even when you have a receipt. Unfortunately, when I walked into Avis with my online reservation receipt printed out, it was not long before I had to walk right back out again sans vehicle. I found out that you cannot rent a car at most places without a big name credit card. Since the only credit card I have (see week #3) is only for Firestone, that didn’t do me any good. A few dealers will rent using a debit card, but only if you’re over 25 (which I’m not).

So, I scrapped that plan & drove the van home instead. As a side note, I guess I was still driving discombobulated because I almost got into a wreck on the way to Manhattan (nothing major, just a case of not realizing that I had no lane to merge into). & less you think that I missed a week of AN52, fear not. I took part in a cake walk (which I had never done) on Saturday & thoroughly enjoyed myself.

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