north of here

 

turn away

 

Dear Looking for a Song,

I sometimes listen to a radio station that does not have a DJ; which is awkward, because you don't always know what you heard. Which is fine and serendipity and all that; but sometimes you want to hear it again, and so you go to your great oracle and you enter some words & phrases and you get not what you want.  But, no worries, I found it for you!  Your absolutely fabulous song for today!!!

Another(?) week of fun!

 

Dear Funsters,

I have more summer fun for you!  Remember, you must have fun at least twice this week!  It's a chore, but somebody's gotta do it!

Sing a standard.

Ride the big wheel.

Make Lobster Rolls.

Paint your toes.

Another extended dance mix (with ribbits!!)

Until next week's fun!

800

Dear Lucky Eights,

Sometimes I wonder why I am telling you these things.  I guess it's a sort of whistling in the dark, but I don't want to just entertain you; although, that will do in a pinch.  Would we have loved a life working as a Tele Skater Girl?  I wonder.  The old things always look so good when you are sitting here in the now with your plastic devices and your instant, cord free communication.

I heard a fellow on the radio some years ago talking about working to live versus living to work, and he said that when people made the joyful hobby they had into their livelihood, the fun quickly drained out of doing it.  I ask myself very often if that is how I would feel, looking out at a large rink full of 8 year olds having skate birthday parties on a Sunday.  I try to imagine the difficult customers I might get; Drunks maybe?  Frat boys?  Inline booted hockey hellions?  What about when the roof leaked all over the wood floor?  Would I still find joy in skating everyday to songs like this one, which would be my actual job?   I sure hope I get to find out one day.

A film to celebrate the 800th day of skating: