Spin Me Right Round
Thursday, October 23, 2008 at 3:25AM Sometimes I miss the roller rink.
When I lived in The Swamp, across the street from my apartment sat a middle school, still and hollow in the summer months. At that point, I hadn’t rollerbladed since I graduated from college, but there in the wooly humidity I strapped on the skates again, first balancing myself by touching my fingertips to passing light poles until the wobbliness was gone, then building up speed, hurtling round and round the parking lot, down the smooth sidewalks, around the curbs. I had a box of a job which I hated, a quickly emptied glass of fizz something on the weekends, and a hurricane-warped car.
But early in the morning or as the sun went down, that fell away in the face of the push-stride, push-stride. It went on for hours, sometimes; just me and the the blacktop and the whirr of the wheels.
Because I was, in those days, going in circles.
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Er... Morpheus, I think we have a problem with the Matrix here.
Dammit RJP, I thought I was "the one"...I could see the code...I could read the code behind the blog...I could affect ...what? just a darn glitch? I was SOOO looking forward to being able to fly.....
The Code......it spoke to me......but I couldn't understand the language.
Yikes-- sorry about that, guys.
Hang on, guys! Maybe we looked at the wrong writer ... If we back up a second, perhaps going in circles was really part of the Deeper Magic which assigned you to a holding pattern that would keep you in a designated location until... JTP came along... ;o)
I haven't checked in for a few days, and I love that you posted this. Mostly because I just said to my boyfriend yesterday, "You want to know how out of shape you are? I mean, you may THINK you're in shape, but if you want to blow that out of your mind - go to the roller rink. You'll be panting after two laps."