Captain’s Log 5,672
It’s been a long day already and I still have 8-9 hours to go. Ugh. I had hoped to cut out early on Friday but someone has scheduled an appointment for me at 4:00. Who schedules appointments at 4:00 on the Friday before a 3-day weekend?
The morning meeting went well. People were intrigued with the orange crate scooter.
Zippity Do Dah!
I took a spin on our orange crate scooter before we attached it to the exhibit box. The whole experience lasted about 8 seconds or less. In that short amount of time, I went from:
Confident – Of COURSE I remember how to ride these! The kids across the street made them and we rode them all the time!
Exhilarated – This is GREAT! I can almost feel the wind blowing through my hair and the smell of leaves burning in the fall!
Scared Shitless – DAMN! I am going to break something if I don’t jump off NOW!
I stumbled off the scooter and spun my arms like windmills to keep from face planting on the exhibit floor. I think if I had attempted to ride in the parking lot, it would have been a better experience. Our inside floor is a bit slippery and the wheels had absolutely zero traction. It was like ice skating on roller skates. Imagine. If you will.
Two more meetings today and I can go home. I should get there around 9:00. I think I will settle in and read more of the book that has been selected for the club.
Interesting tale of genetic research, a mysterious death, and women in the Amazon having babies well into their 60’s.
You just never know what can happen to those reclusive research scientists who work in jungles. So far, the book is excellent. I will consider it a late-evening treat to kick back in sleepy pants and a tank top, Kindle in hand, iced tea on the coffee table. Sounds divine.