Thursday, December 29, 2011

New Traditions

This year on Christmas Eve, we hiked Runyon Canyon and ate Sushi.  It seemed like the thing to do at the time.  It was actually the perfect thing to do.  Somehow hiking to the top of LA, being near heaven, and then eating completely holiday-neutral food brought us closer together with the right amount of unconventional twist to have an upbeat day.

Here's to climbing the mountains, new traditions and being together in 2012.  Happy New Year!

Friday, December 23, 2011

Merry Christmas

From the Palindrome home to yours
May you have a joy, peace and love-filled holiday season, straight into the New Year!

And because it wouldn't be Christmas without us taping the cat:

Merry Christmas!

Lots of blog love,
Jason, Melinda and Oliver

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Oliver Loves to Eat, the Reprise

This series of photographs gives some good perspective on exactly how much this stinker has grown.  He's just about tripled in size (from 3 lbs to 9 lbs!) and his love of food is only increasing.  Now he bypasses the bottom shelf straight for the good stuff! :)
*Sniff*sniff*sniff . . .
If I just put one paw here . . .
Then jump! Yes!  *Sniff*sniff*sniff  Something smells fishy!
Maybe it's this jar?
Ick! No!  I was right the first time - the tin foil salmon is where it's at!
As soon as we open the fridge he's inside. I had thought I'd teach him a lesson one morning and leave him in there, but I forgot after a minute and I could have come home to a kitten popsicle if I hadn't heard him meowing.  I scared myself straight and now resorting to fishing him out every. darn. single. time. I open the fridge door.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Discovering the Sun Rise

It's more than just the sun rise.  It's a moment of calm when I'm alone with my thoughts.  I  feel simultaneously like the smallest being in the universe and the most blessed as my little audience of one takes in the grandeur.  There's usually a coffee in my hand and I take a breath while enjoying the peace before opening my lap top and prepping for an East Coast call in the morning.

I've discovered that it never looks exactly the same breaking over the horizon.  The sun sometimes warms the entire sky before peering over itself.  Other times, it directs rays onto the water guiding the ships.  Even when I can't see it, it has risen.  And it always comes out tomorrow.

I'm participating in WEverb11 this year, a series of writing prompts focused on reflection and future.  Join us and learn more at WEverb11!  Today's prompt was: What did you discover (big or small) in 2011?

Monday, December 19, 2011

Create: Bringing Italy Home

I was inspired.  It would have been a lot of work to not be inspired in Florence.  Love was in the air as we giddily explored the streets, drank espressos at the bar, and managed to perform a lover's quarrel on the stairs to the Uffizzi.  I daresay that my husband became more Italian and I pretended to be.

To celebrate our first anniversary, I promised Mr. Palindrome a large scale painting immortalizing our honeymoon.  I hadn't picked up a palette since college, but I started a study with wild abandon.  Then I let the study and my large blank canvas sit alone in my makeshift garage studio for nearly 5 months.  With our move impending and knowing that the canvas must have a few weeks to cure, the pressure pushed me in the right direction.  What started as a dream, led to a picture and culminated in a painting. 
It only sat unframed in our apartment for a few months. *Sarcastic eye roll*  Then this procrastinator figured I'd better finish the gift before our second anniversary.  We gathered two prints and another small painting of Italy that we've collected and curated them together in our living room.
I'm quite happy with the texture and color on the dome itself, but I also pick it apart every time I look at it.  Mr. Palindrome wondered about the sky, and I agree that it could use more interest as far as clouds, but the fact is there wasn't a sad lone cloud in the sky that day and I faithfully painted it.  My artistic license is somewhat restrained.  Perhaps the colors of the hills could use more attention.  But it's up on the wall now and it reminds me of my Italian stallion lover boy.  *Shoulder shrug and sheepish grin*

I'm participating in WEverb11 this year, a series of writing prompts focused on reflection and future.  Join us and learn more at WEverb11!  Today's prompt was: Share a creative project you undertook this year (art, writing, DIY, cooking, home decoration, crafts, photography ... whatever comes to mind). How do you use your creativity to express yourself?

Friday, December 16, 2011


We chose to adopt through the ASPCA of San Francisco.  We chose to adopt a cat.  We chose to adopt a sweet little cherry blossom (feral kitten) who they said would need lots of love and patience to coax out of his shell.  We chose to name him Oliver after a few weeks.  We chose to share our lives with this furry ball of joy.  We chose to keep him after he quickly blossomed into a rambunctious and naughty, but still handsome and sweet boy.

Actually, he chose us. :)

I'm participating in WEverb11 this year, a series of writing prompts focused on reflection and future.  Join us and learn more at WEverb11!  Today's prompt was: What was the biggest choice you made in 2011? What caused you to choose what you chose?

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Wine and Gratitude

I am grateful for the vine and the harvest.
I am grateful for good and dear friends who brought us comfort this year.
I am grateful for the sunshine and the shade.

I am thankful for the cask and the chemist.

I am thankful for cows and fruit bearing trees.
I am grateful for this guy.
I am grateful for a weekend to enjoy friends, wine and the country.

I'm participating in WEverb11 this year, a series of writing prompts focused on reflection and future.  Join us and learn more at WEverb11!  Today's prompt was: In which moment did you find yourself flooded with gratitude?  How will you rally around gratitude in 2012? We visited Jericho Canyon, Grgich Hills Estate, Cakebread Cellars and Imagery.  I hope to rally around gratitude without the help of wine in 2012.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Friday Finds - Dickens Christmas

We have a bit of an affinity for Dickens over at the Palindrome home.  Just ask this little fellow:
Please sir, may I have some more? - Oliver Twist

Don't be surprised if future family additions sport names such as Pip and Scrooge.  Speaking of Scrooge, what's Christmas without a reading of A Christmas Carol?

Clockwise from Top L:
Cursive Arts - Bah Humbug Card
A Novel Amore - A Christmas Carol Snowflake Confetti
Stitch in Time Designs - Cranberry Skirt
Okifolki - Dickens Christmas Ornament

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Learning and Acceptance

I think I have an unpopular belief.  It may be popular in some circles, but I think it's counter cultural for most Americans.  I believe in destiny and fate, but more specifically, I believe that those things are visible portions of a plan that God has for us.  I think it's unpopular because bad things happen to good people and we like to think our individualism drives us.  God planning it doesn't bring a lot of comfort in tragic situations and in some cases seems actually insulting.  I understand that.  In my faith rubric, I make the make the choice to believe that the awful things in this world will be made right in the next.  

In the classroom, the meaning of life is up for long debates and controversy.  In life, but especially in death, the answer is urgent.  Nobody wants to debate over a casket.  I could explore the questions of what causes the universe to go around in the classroom, but near a grave I needed a truth.  

It's a step of faith.  The mechanics of placing one foot in front of the other to take the step can be analyzed and reasoned, yet the step itself is far from mind.  In the face of the suffering, could I tell myself that there was a reason? I could easily acknowledge that I did not know the reason, but could I also concede that my blindness to the reason didn't void its existence?  The end of a dear life taught me that my soul believes even when my mind wavers.
I'm participating in WEverb11 this year, a series of writing prompts focused on reflection and future.  Join us and learn more at WEverb11!  Today's prompt was:  What lesson did you learn in 2011 from “The School of Life” rather than a classroom?

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Five then Seven then Five

Deciduous leaves
Corn fields, purple mountains, salt
Desert and the fog

I'm participating in WEverb11 this year, a series of writing prompts focused on reflection and future.  Join us and learn more at WEverb11!  Today's prompt was:  Sum up your year via Haiku.  I combined it with another prompt: Where did you travel this year? What was your favorite part? If you didn’t get to travel, where do you want to go next year?  The most significant trip we took, moving cross country, was also a metaphor for our life journey.

Monday, December 5, 2011

In My Ears

Music, art, wine ... I think appreciating any of them is about finding something you love and being unapologetic about it.  Who cares if it's cheap?  Who cares if it's mainstream? or offbeat? or imperfect? simple? lavish?

Adele sits at the top of the charts, with music snots looking down at her listeners for bandwagon jumping.  "Overplayed!" They cry.  But the truth is that her voice hits me in the gut. I cry.
Someone Like You isn't my trail of ex-boyfriends anthem, though I imagine that I would have identified with it almost a decade ago.  During my heartbroken-over-a-boy time, my song was Cheryl Crow's The First Cut is the Deepest.

No, Adele doesn't speak to man woes, but she does touch my sigh filled heart.  The moving melody validated my sorrow and I felt solidarity in her pain.  Through the symbiotic nature of music, the empathy passed between us.  I played it on an endless loop, settling in with the lump in my throat until it felt normal.

Then I stopped.  I heard Moves Like Jagger.

For a few seconds at a time, I forgot the tears.  I crooned about mooOOOOooooOOOOoooOOOves.  My head bobbed with the beat pulsing through ear buds at my work station.  I taped my cat's smooth moves.  The correlation was a coincidence, but my mood changed.  The soulful ballad lost ground to my inner dancing queen.  Both chart toppers, popular and decidedly not Mumford and Sons.  I'm unapologetic.

I'm participating in WEverb11 this year, a series of writing prompts focused on reflection and future.  Join us and learn more at WEverb11!  Today's prompt was: What song did you listen to in 2011 to completely change your mood?  Think about ways you can you add more music to your life in 2012.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Friday Finds - Pine

They say smell is the sense most strongly tied to memory.  I think they're right, because when I smell my Mrs. Meyer's Iowa Pine candle filling up my apartment, I'm taken back to my childhood house.  There, we lauded the "swearing in of the Christmas tree."  We took turns placing the angel at the top of the tree, lifted by our dad in our early years and on our own in our taller years.  The candle takes me back to the time when we found our presents in my mom's closet.  I hear her favorite, Manheim Steamroller, echoing through the halls. I feels strings of lights through my hands as we wind them around paper towel holders determined not to have a tangled mess next year.  I remember pride in handmade gifts, hard earned dollar store presents and heavily scotched tape wrappings.  I taste the hot chocolate on my lips.  The pine takes me home.

Clockwise from Top L:
Lunashineshine - Brass Pine Cone Necklace
Kzanno Art - Christmas Garland
Be Something New - Rustic Bridal Crown
Nancy Lee - Coastal Shores Wreath

Thursday, December 1, 2011

One Word


Reflecting on 2011 makes me sigh.  I remember sighing throughout the year.  Sighs lifted up in exasperation, pleas of grief even.  

The first sigh sounded through job frustrations.  Another sigh reverberated during the challenge of selling most of our possessions and packing the rest for our 12th move.  Then there was a deep sigh, almost a groan when faced with life without Harry.  Since, I've found myself at my desk aware that each breath I take ends in a sigh.  The rush of air from my lungs expels every non-verbalized thought while my rib cage clutches the grief inside.

I could use a win.  Some joy in the morning.  Some relief.  So I sigh again in petition for a satisfying breath.  For 2012, my word will be breathe.  For in breathing, void of painful sighs, there is peace and contentment.  Perhaps, a happy sigh or two might be nice as well.

I'm participating in WEverb11 this year, a series of writing prompts focused on reflection and future.  Join us and learn more at WEverb11!  Today's prompt was:  Choose one word. Encapsulate the year 2011 in one word. Explain why. Imagine it’s one year from today, what would you like the word to be that captures 2012 for you?

Oliver Loves to Drink from Glasses

I should have named him "Oliver Goldilocks Twist."

Hmmm, is this water temperature just right?
Apparently, this time, it's acceptable.
And everything tastes better out of a glass.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Guest Posting at Magical Mystery Tours

Today I'm guest posting about the second part of my super fun weekend with Magical Mystery Tours' owners and my personal friends, Denise and Stephanie.  We got a behind the scenes tour of Google and channeled our inner pirates!  Check it out at: Magical Mystery Tours Blog.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Consistency and Such

I meant to blog on Monday.  But I usually mean to blog on Monday and don't end up getting a post up until Tuesday.  Then Thursday is Ollie day.  Then Friday is Friday Finds Day.  Those two are nice because I'm not struggling to find a topic.  Yet I didn't even get up one of the easy posts last week.  I figured my blog friends would be okie dokie since it was a busy week anyways.  I found a justification that let me enjoy trukey prep, family adventures in the city and quiet Christmas decorating on the weekend.

That justification doesn't resolve the knowledge I have about good blogs.  I've been around the blog block enough times to know that consistency will make or break your readership.  I know I want my blog to be well written, updated and engaging.  Then I come home from a full day of work, run some errands, fix a meal, feed the cat and sit on the couch.  I check my email before getting to the writing part.  Then I don't make it all the way there.

Self-imposed deadlines haven't been my strength.  The year that Mr. Palindrome was on deployment, I set three goals for myself: Make a quilt, race a triathlon and something that I now forget.  Obviously the forgotten one didn't get done.  I did race a triathlon but the beginnings of the quilt that was never bound finally was laid to rest before our move to California.  No way was I paying $1 per pound to move that sorry reminder cross country.

Sometimes my blog reminds me of my half done quilt.  My priorities shift according to my perceived energy levels, my patience for finding a camera cord, or fighting over the allotted time I have on our shared personal lap top (remember all those laptops in the October Photo Challenge - yeah, 2 of them are company ones and the rest don't work).  A few episodes on the DVR can push back my intentions.  I remember now why I felt so free when we didn't have cable.  The pictures sitting on my memory card, documenting events over the last month, stare at me until I hide the camera in our desk cupboard and look at my DVR playlist again.

I'm not going to promise more consistency, a new publishing schedule, or anything else like that.  I only have an explanation to offer - I'm not good at setting myself deadlines.  My ambition rarely matches my energy, capability or time commitments.  Even though I can't keep up with one blog, I've been working on a new blog with completely different focus. I love my blog friends and I want to build more.  I'm asking you to bear with me as I continue to find ways to balance the demands of life and find restful times for myself.  I'd also love to ask you what your approach is to consistency in blogging and what your blogging goals are. Lay it on me in the comments!

For now, we're prepping to eat some more turkey.  Someone remind me next year that 20 lbs is a huckava lot of turkey.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Friday Finds - Rolling Thunder

Inspiration struck me earlier this week with some dark hanging clouds.  Unlike the ominous clouds on the East Coast, these clouds don't pack the same punch.  There's no claps of thunder tearing through the sky.  In some ways, it's almost like a storm unrealized and I'm left feeling like it was a half attempt at a storm that was just annoying rather than a full realization of mother nature's fury.  I'm aching for a good thunderstorm.  Or maybe I'm just aching because I got my first flu shot.

Clockwise from Top L:
Lucky Hemlock - Rising Cloud
Black Cat Handspun - Cloudy Day Spinning Bat
Kenton Bead Works - Partly Cloud Handstrung Quartz
Little Ideal Pottery - Brown and Cloudy Stoneware Mug

Thursday, November 17, 2011

A Day in the Life

After a hard morning huntin' birdies:

Oliver deserves a nap.

This kitten just slays me with cuteness.Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

17 Minute Wait at the Pharmacy

"It's the same thing over the counter," the pharmacist continued to try convincing the elderly gentlemen.  "It's cheaper and you won't have to wait in line at the counter," he said.

The elderly man's gray head turned reluctantly towards the aisle, his disbelief obvious.  "I've always gotten it from the pharmacy."

"Ok, well maybe next time." The pharmacist conceded.

The seven person line moved up one space.  The Asian equivalent of Tony and Carmela Soprano stepped up to the counter.  Their hushed conversation was practically mute compared to the elevated voices to assist the previous customer.  Carmela incessantly floofed her fur collar and readjusted her bump it.

Next in line.  Her several layers of winter wear were more appropriate for the slopes than the soggy streets of San Francisco.  She pushed a baby buggy covered in a receiving blanket before her.  Something about prescription formula and insurance and it being out of stock.  She kept demanding to use the land line to call her husband to arrange for him to pick it up across town.  She wasn't leaving without assurances.  As she rocked the buggy, ostensibly to keep the child asleep instead of screaming from hunger, I envisioned Lewis Carroll's imaginative pig nosed baby hiding beneath the cover up.

I edged closer to the front of the line, sandwiched between the laxatives and herbal remedies.  I had never seen an enema before that day.  I'd rather not again, if it can be helped.  I also realized I had the urge to go the bathroom.  The irony wasn't lost on me.

The tall, chic woman in front of me schooled me in fashion.  She was city through and through with brown leather saddle boots hugging her legs slightly more loosely than her jeggings.  Her flat ironed hair, half way down her back was just so shiny.  I wanted to touch it, but refrained.  I'm not that creepy bespectacled gal that touches shiny hair in the drug store while you look away.  But I am the gal who thinks about it.

The mafia vacated empty handed.  Walgreens isn't down with funneling prescription drugs.  Or so it seems as Carmela wiggles to the door one hand on her collar and the other on a LV.  Baby momma is still on the land line.  I can't remember the last time I used a land line. Until I remember that I have a land line at work and used it that morning.

I guess that Shiny Hair is in line for the same reason as me.  Ensuring that some bow chica wow wowa doesn't turn into a blanket covered buggy and trips all over town picking up special formula.  Well, at least that's her story.  I'm not sure what I want.  So I take my prescription home and eat some macaroni.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Friday Finds - My Holiday Party Outfit

I was smitten.  I mean Sandra usually has that effect, but when Dana over at What the Frock? featured this great look:
Sandra Copy Cat Style via What the Frock

I was head over metallic reptile skin heels.  I started collecting everything into shopping carts because I had just decided what to wear for our respective work holiday parties.  The total came to $248 before shipping. I also had a nagging little voice in my head reminding of my renewed dedication not buying new without searching for it second hand.  So I trolled Etsy's vintage section instead.  There's more than one way to skin the cat.  Ollie, cover your darling ears.

Here are the items I scavenged in my copycat of the copycat look:
Counterclockwise from L:
Rewind Finds - Vintage Gold and Bronze Sequin Dress
T's Vintage Emporium - Black Velvet Single Breasted Blazer
Vintage Objects Shoppe - Vintage Rhinestone and Pearl Earrings
Vintage Jewelry Etc. - Multi Chain and Pearl Bracelet
Jenny Elkins - Vintage Black Patent Clutch
Must Love Vintage - Bronze Amalfi Pumps

I haven't pulled the trigger yet, but the total came to just about $170.  What's your take on sequined dresses?  What are you pulling out for the holidays?

Thursday, November 10, 2011

My Ollie, What Big Teeth You Have

All the better to bite you with Momma.  My little baby is all grown up and lost his baby teeth (in a bit of a bloody battle with my white feather down comforter no less - Brain Wash here I come).  Here, I try to get him to show the camera new big boy teeth.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Prepping for Yosemite

There's two types of people in the world.  Those who buy fitness equipment and those who use it.  I'm in the former camp.  Show me an Athleta catalog and I'll show you a full cart.  Who needs to know that my yoga pants have seen more of the microfiber of our couch than the yoga mat?  I have no less than three long sleeve technical t-shirts with cool key pockets.  I wore them last week while running.  Errands.  I wish I could say I actually ran from errand to errand, but after my stop at Starbucks involving a chocolate croissant, it was more accurately describes as strolling errands.  This plays out again and again in my life.  Before our move to San Francisco, I finally let go of the softball equipment I hadn't used in 2 years. While I felt proud of myself, I hid a leotard, ballet flats and leg warmers in my luggage just in case there's a really convenient studio and my buns need shaping.  The shaping is definitely needed, but I haven't so much as Yelped dance studios in the area.  

Old habits die hard and I was moving to the promised land of the great outdoors where petrified trees reigned.  As I prepped my National Parks Passport and dreamed of the fresh air, I also clickety click clicked my way to a gently used pair of Merrell hiking shoes on eBay.  
I wore them around the apartment "to break them in" which turned into a lounging photo shoot of good intentions.  The elephant in the room asked when my shoes would see dirt.
Last week, we had a crew of friends from the East Coast ask to see some redwoods.  Jack pot!  These bad boys were taken on their maiden voyage in the cathedral like peace of Muir Woods.  After their first taste of trail, they yearn to see the peaks in Yosemite and the shores of Hetch Hetchy. Yosemite, here I come!  Right after I finish my pirouette, sun salutation and 5k.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Friday Finds - Thanksgiving Neutrals

Mr. Palindrome, in his ongoing quest to find decorative items for our house "that pop," has often told me that if I bring one more beige thing into the house . . . then he'll dot dot dot.  sometimes it involves making me return said item, never sitting on our couch again or wearing colored contacts so at least something isn't brown.  I think I'm going through a phase.  It's just all so clean looking.  Beige matches everything.  I can add colorful accents on whim and quickly change the entire scheme.  Color screams commitment to me and I'm a bit timid right now.

This week's collection features that old standby favorite of mine, the lovely neutral and a few ways to a touch of color to the palette.  Personally, I'm adding blue dishes and green accents to the chocolate and beige table cloth I ordered for our Thanksgiving table.  Oh, and the legs of our table are slightly muted farmhouse red.  See, something that pops.  


Clockwise from Top L:
License to Quill - Quilled Paper Thanksgiving Card
Asta's Toys - Golden Olive Wool Acorn Earrings
Pretty Little Things - Crocheted Pumpkins
Vintage Events - Pedestal Dishes

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Ollie's Soft Paws

Exhibit #473 in the Case of Melinda is a crazy kitty momma - I bought some acrylic nails for our cat.  Kitty mommas in the know told me about this alternative to declawing.  I thought it was a bit extreme at first, but after a few weeks of unintentional scratches, climbing up the shower curtain, etc. I dove off the deep end.  Well, diving off the deep end might have been ordering the glitter nails, and I opted for clear Soft Paws.  Just wait til you see his Christmas nails though - it'll be awesome sauce.

Three weeks after living with them, I'm ready to give my endorsement.  I tried taping me applying the nails, but after I got one glued in between my toes and nearly dropped the camera, I settled for an After video.

Are you mitigating the effects of your pets' claws?  What's working for you?

PS: This is a message from Ollie - O989df (It was a two pawed message).

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Pinterest Challenge - Harvest Display

Back when this was making the rounds of Pinterest, I knew I wanted to attempt a copy cat project.  I even devoted a Friday Finds post to the DIY elements.  I hurriedly ran to Safeway, secured a six pack of Red Stripe and promptly drank them all throughout the course of weekend football watching.  Then I got stuck.  Or rather the labels got stuck.  Turns out Red Stripe prints their labels right on the bottle rather than a sticker.  Hrrmm.  The project stalled out with a bundle of wheat and some cute signs I found at Michael's, waiting for an answer.  I tried Papyrus thinking that I could get a roll of wrapping paper that would cover it up.  I bought a sheet of orange gift wrap that looked more like a Diwali theme than a subtle Thanksgiving one.  I was desperate to make things work - even to the point of paying $5 for a stinkin' sheet of wrapping paper that I knew wasn't jiving.  I charged on, channeling my inner Tim Gunn, trying to make it work.

Then Katie Bower announced the fall Pinterest challenge and I knew I had to persevere.  One morning as I stood in line at Peet's, steamed milk froth filling my senses, I was struck by inspiration for a work around.  Actually, the idea hit once I had my drink in hand.  The cup insulators.

Thus I present, my humble interpretation of the great harvest thanks display:

Don't forget to check out the other challengers (through the link party on the hosts' pages), especially the hosts:
Katie of Bower Power
Sherry of Young House Love
Ana of Ana White
Erin of House of Earnest

Monday, October 31, 2011

Not Sure Which is Scarier ...

That I took 4 takes of this video and may have peed my pants a little:

or that we're the type of people who attempt to dress up our cat and think it's cute enough for the internet:

If we had our act together to dress up as a family, we would have either been a Three Ring Circus Leader, Trapeze Artist and Tiger or a Lion, Tiger and Bear (oh, my!).  I heart family costumes - future hypothetical children beware!

Happy Halloween to you, Jagger, Tigger and yours!

Friday, October 28, 2011

Friday Finds - Wine Harvest

The wine went to my head on our recent visit to Sonoma/Napa and I haven't been able to get it off my mind since.  The variety of flavors and vineyards were accentuated by the near perfect weather and only some photo editing is standing between us sharing the experience with you.  In the mean time, the collection this week is taking me back to sunshine filled vineyards and lazy afternoons sipping wine.

Clockwise from Top L:
S.S.C. Photography and Prints - Golden Grapes
Dave Huddleston - Wine Country Back Roads
Bacon Square Farm - Wood Serving Tray

PS - If you're missing Ollie's usual spot on Thursday, he'll be vlogging this weekend :)

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Hot Air Ballooning

I often wonder how my fear of heights would manifest itself on a hot air balloon ride.
The romantic image of gliding across the sky, rising towards the clouds and catching my breath over the panoramic views is inspiring.
However, it would be a waste of about $200 if I was curled up in a ball on the basket floor repeatedly asking to be let down.
So for now, I wonder from the ground.