High Flying Adored

And no, I'm not singing the song from Evita.  I'm talking about how I adored flying trapeze lessons.  Over the weekend Gretchen and I went into New York City and took lessons at the Trapeze School of New York.  While you can't really consider lessons a competition, Gretchen will be the first to point out that she "won."  Of course, she did.  The gymnast had good form, she could do all the skills nearly perfectly the first time, and she did the catch at the end.  I, on the other hand, had great difficulty - hurt my ribs, banged my shins, and wrenched my back.  Damn, it sucks, getting older!  I used to be able to do this stuff!  I remember swinging fly-away dismounts off the swingset trapeze as a kid.  Anyway, I managed the back tuck dismounts but was never able to set up for a catch. At least the swinging from on high and the back tucks were a lot of fun.

It was a nice mother-daughter day that turned into an all mothers-daughters day when I met up with my aunts and cousins later in the day.  We all shopped a bit, had dinner in the city and then everyone had to head back home.