Today I observe my one year anniversary of roller skating. I never expected to like it so much, in fact I thought I would just do it, once, to satisfy the invitation my sister had sent me months earlier. She wrote in March of 2009, "please come skate with me sometime. I skate the 2nd and 4th Sunday of each month." As the weeks went by the ignored invite gnawed at my conscience till I mentioned it to DD1 [dearest daughter one]. In return she urged me to go, she said it would be fun and even offered to go with me.
DD1 and DDF [dearest daughter's friend] met me at the rink. My sister was elated, waved me through to the rental counter with a pre-paid admission. I hadn't been to a roller rink since I was a single digit. My sister is in her seventies and I'd just turned fifty-nine. This was going to be the dumbest thing I'd ever done. "Let's get it over," I thought.
DD1 and DDF [dearest daughter's friend] met me at the rink. My sister was elated, waved me through to the rental counter with a pre-paid admission. I hadn't been to a roller rink since I was a single digit. My sister is in her seventies and I'd just turned fifty-nine. This was going to be the dumbest thing I'd ever done. "Let's get it over," I thought.
