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I’ve dedicated this summer to everything that I can’t categorize or indulge in when I have more important things to do. I’ve been off a little more than a month now and I’m pretty sorry to say I haven’t gotten around to the fun stuff just yet…or for that matter the useful stuff. All I’ve done is clean. It’s the year end purge to end all year end purges. For some reason I’ve always attached feelings to things (it’s a whole new level of sentimentality)–regrets to papers, memories to books,  and nostalgia to gifts (maybe not in that exact order). Funny, I don’t know how to finish the thought. Maybe it’s because the end is so predictable, or angsty or embarassingly juvenile.

Anyway, here’s (an excerpt of) my grand list for the summer:

1. Cook. I need to cook edible things that I can live on. This is key. ESSENTIAL. I need food that doesn’t taste like feet.

2. Bake. I’ve always wanted to bake cakes that don’t taste like bread.

3. Learn languages. It is despicable that I don’t know more than one language properly.

4. Ride a two wheeler. I have never in my life ridden a bicycle. No wait I lie, I did once, I fell and that resulted in what is now the worst scar I have on my body. The tumble has led me to be a little over cautious which now makes me use my backside as a strategic balance instrument which is reaaallly not so pretty for those standing behind me. For a dancer, and someone who’s not so bad at staying upright while skating AND rollerblading, my lack of balance is mind boggling. Am I just destined not to ride a bike? It makes it so horribly tempting to throw sticks at kids on two-wheelers.

5. Knit. I haven’t knitted in ages. At last count I was knitting the cutest most pastel coloured baby blanket I’ve ever seen in my life. No, no one’s having babies (I wish!) and it’s a little too creepy to say that I’m waiting till I can give it to someone…or someone’s progeny,  so I’ll give you a very truthful albeit far less interesting reason for it…I can only knit in rectangles and squares.

And now I’m going to go eat food that thankfully doesn’t taste like feet (mostly because I didn’t make it).