Out on the ice

I had an opportunity to dig my ice skates out of the garage Sunday for the first time since 1999. I own a pair only because I worked at a small outdoor rink in a trendy shopping area during my winter breaks in college and on the rare occasions they needed me to act like I knew what I was doing and be a skate guard I felt really silly wearing the bright blue rental skates. But truth is I had no idea what I am doing and even less now.

Piper was invited to an ice skating birthday party. It's really not something folks do here in Virginia. She was so excited. I was too, albeit a bit nervous.



Piper did one lap holding onto the buckets. I paused at the side to dig out my camera, lost my footing and with camera in hand fell flat on my backside. Ouch! I'm still feelin' it today. I promptly made it to the hockey box area and camped out. Piper and her dare devil friends ditched the buckets and took off. She was a bit cautious, but did amazingly well. Some of the other girls- good golly! They were flying and falling all over the place. No fear.




Piper can't wait to go back. Me, not so much.