Flying Solo

What am I going to do with myself for 3 weeks?

That's how long Tim will be on vacation. It makes for not very interesting blog fodder. For example, the dialog goes like this:

Me to Self: OK, we're going to work on solo samba now, and I want to see some power this time!
Self to Me: Whatever you say!
Me to Self: OK! Let's go!
Body to Me and Self: The joke's on you both, these legs are in their mid-forties and we can only do so much ... not a lot to work with here.
Me and Self to Body: You're absolutely right. Let's go and get a latte.

This is not a very pretty picture. Clearly there isn't much impetus to work very hard on solo dance when one's partner decides to abandon ... uh, go on vacation. I just can't seem to get motivated. It's sort of like writer's block, and we all know how that turns out -- blogs about chewing gum and my wood obsession and such. Skater's block means that I have a lot I could work on but not much I really want to work on by myself. Worse, when I'm alone on the ice my mind often wanders to the dreaded F word ...

That's right ...

FREESTYLE.

I tried some axels the other day, yes, in dance blades. Did a few spins too. I have to stop this because I know how easily I could get sucked in:

Me to Self: I'll just try one double flip. It used to be my best jump.
Self to Me: Well you know, that was about 30 years ago.
Body to Me and Self: Remember, if Tim comes home and we're in a cast you'll have to make up some lie about being hit by a car.
Me and Self to Body: Right you are. I think it's time to go and get a latte.

So maybe I'll just take up golf for 3 weeks. The sun is shining, it smells like spring, and I really love hitting small objects with sticks. I think it's just what I need -- another expensive and time-consuming hobby that I'm not good at. The grass is always greener.