Twenty-Two Things I’ve Never Done

Twenty-Two Things I’ve Never Done

This post was inspired by the Pioneer Woman’s list of the top 22 things that she has never done and by Kat from “Mama’s Losin’ It.” We started counting down the days to my 40th birthday last May.  As the day draws ever closer, I took a moment to list the top 22 things that I have never done and briefly comment on the ones that deserve a few extra words.

Top 22 Things I Have Never Done

(in no particular order)

I am thirty-nine years old.

And I’ve never:

  1. Been to Greece (my all time one place that I must go before I die!)

2. Taken a Chemistry class (or Physics—nope, not even in high school and yes, I did graduate)

3. Hiked the entire Appalachian Trail

4. Had a puppy  (I have only adopted adult rescue dogs)

How Could They Say "No!"

5. Been to the state of Washington (Although I distinctly recall doing a report on Washington in 3rd grade and telling my class that I was going to move there as soon as my parents would let me.)

6. Gotten a tattoo

7. Been lifted and carried in a mosh pit (although I think that I broke a few toes at a Gogel Bordello concert in 2010.)

8. Learned how to drive a standard transmission

Don't Laugh! Yes, that's me behind the wheel of a Porsche (in the driveway.)

9. Seen the Grand Canyon

10. Riden the City of New Orleans (although I know all of the words to the song!)

11. Crapped in the woods

12. Sailed a boat by myself

13. Water skied (but both my 8 y.o. daughter and husband do)

Here is K water skiing for the 1st time.

 

14. Slept on a glacier

15. Met my favorite recording artist, Peter Gabriel

16. Had a Bat Mitzvah (although I am studying for one now.)

17. Sung a solo in a chorus or choir

18. Had the lead role in a play or other performance (Unless you count the 5th grade lead role of Little Buttercup in HMS Pinafore, which I do not!)

That's me in the middle (Bryn Mawr School, circa 1982)

19. Learned how to play an instrument

2o. Read War and Peace, Jane Eyre or The Fountainhead

21. Broken a window

22. Rolled down the window of my car (at a stop light) and asked someone if they could “Pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon?” Although I have always wanted to do that and, for years, kept a bottle of it in the glove compartment of my husband’s car.

All-in-all, it’s really not too bad a list for almost 40 years of living. I am sure that I could come up with more but these are the ones that first came  to mind.  Now that I have listed them, they can now be added to the ever growing “bucket list” that I keep in my mind.  In the meantime, it’s back to studying my Hebrew for the ever looming Bat Mitzvah in May. Or maybe I’ll just start singing “Memory” from Cats and pretend to “bask in my days in the sun…”

 

Discrimination or Good Strategy: Heaviest Crew Member is Bumped

Anyway Kym has been sailing with this group of women on a J-100 for over 2 years.  She has learned a lot from sailing on an all female crew and I think has genuinely enjoyed her time with them. She invested in courses on the specific boat type and how to be a better member of a J-100 crew.  Imagine her surprise, then, when, after an entire season of sailing, her Captain told Kym that “Sorry, there is no room for you on the boat.  Find another boat.”

My heart broke just a little bit when Kym described the EMAIL that she received.  I wondered about the captain’s true motive: Was Kym really weighing the boat down?  Was there a personality conflict or other conflict of which Kym was unaware?  Maybe Kym really was the weakest sailor of the bunch and the captain had a chance to replace her with someone with more experience? Was sending an email the best way to treat a “friend” or even a close acquaintance?

Kym asked me how I would handle the situation. And, to be truthful, I honestly don’t know.  On one hand, I wanted to tell her to flip the captain the bird, grab whatever gear she has stored on the boat and get the hell out of Dodge.  Even if there was a reason other than Kym’s weight that the captain wanted find a different crew member, sending an email is really cowardly and a great way to lose a friend and sailing/drinking buddy.  An email?  Really?

In the end, I recommended that Kym take the high road (I know that it sucks) and not burn her own bridge.  I told her to thank the captain for giving her the opportunity to sail on the boat and let her know that she learned quite a bit about racing.  Kym will now sever this relationship and look for new opportunities (i.e. another boat) on which to grow her sailing repertoire.  Annapolis is a drinking town with a sailing problem after all and everyone knows everyone else. Word is going to get out anyway and Kym should make sure that she comes out of the situation smelling like a rose.

I HATE that my sister is hurting.  I hate that I feel like my sister was discriminated against because she is not the leanest person on the crew.  I want to call that captain and tell her that she is making a HUGE mistake kicking Kym off of the boat right before a really important race. But I don’t care about this captain or her boat–we reap what we sew.  I am confident that Kym will find another boat and will soon set her course for a new horizon.

After all, Kym is like a fearless rose, one that continues to grow despite the freezing wind.