so it goes..

attempting to complete my MFA in theatre performance, weather the midwest winter, stay sane, keep an outside life & have adventures.

Midwest Winters are More Dangerous Than You Think. 

Friday afternoon, after a particularly brutal pilates class, where our sweet instructor Christine pretty much gave us a good one-two to the groin, a sadly disappointing Eggs Benny from my favorite local diner, and a round of successful errands, I was still feeling pretty grand.. I had dealt with the bank—found someone who talked to me about money like I was the grown-up I am (okay, becoming) rather than like a child, I perused the local bookstore & resisted spending, had my normal repartee with my neighborhood baristas.. On my walk back home I was thinking, “Man, life can be pretty great,” and I heard a strange noise from above me; I automatically ducked (I was walking on a sheet of ice, so fast movement was out of the question, I’ve seen Home Alone) and a mound of snow came crashing on top of my head. 

Just as I thought, “Whew, not so bad, and kind of funny..” and huge ice chunk followed and whapped me right on the shoulder. From my own building. What a traitor. And ouch. OUCH.

The lesson? I’m not sure. Cover your head when you hear strange noises, and things really do fall from the sky..