Skating
Playing “Crazy Machines” today. I’m getting better at it. I can make the tennis balls and boxes get where they’re supposed to go most of the time. It’s liberating when I can let myself be wrong and then figure stuff out from there. But it’s also not so easy to do.
The whole experience reminds me of last year when my family and I went ice skating at our local rink. I’d skated some as a kid, but it had been years and years. People always say that it just comes back, you know, like riding a bike. Well, it didn’t just come back for me. I fell on my behind about a million times. My glasses flew off. It was embarrassing.
As adults, we’re supposed to know how to do things. It’s hard to mess up in public. My kids, of course, did just fine. I think they wondered what was wrong with me, and we haven’t been skating together since then. When I think about this, I get more determined to learn how to play these games. I also think that I should go skating again with my family.