I’m sore. I suspect the soreness will escalate to stiffness by morning. My husband suggested we take the kids ice skating. I told him I would come along, but I never could ice skate, and with hardware in my back now – it really doesn’t seem like a good idea. I would be on the sidelines. Roller skating on the other hand . . . I’m all about that. Plus, the kids have been asking for roller skates, but I told them they needed to at least try it before we would consider buying them.
So, we went to church, then out to lunch, and then on to the roller rink.
My husband and I did not meet until age 35. However, we are only three weeks apart in age, and grew up about 90 miles from each other. It’s nice to be able to relate to each other, having grown up in the exact same era, in the same region. Last year, I bought my son suspenders. My husband said he only had one pair of suspenders. I asked, “Were they Mork suspenders?” “Yes.” “I had those too.” I don’t care who you are. That is funny right there. Unless you’re too young to understand the reference.
Anyway, we both thought we were pretty awesome skaters in 1980, which was probably about the last time I went roller skating. I didn’t think it was very popular anymore, but everything old is new again. The parking lot was full, and the place was packed. Who knew? We all got our skates on, and I thought it would come back to me, the way riding a bike did after not riding for many years. Some cliches are true. But, no. Being on roller skates at age 45 felt very uncomfortable. Having two falling kids holding each hand was not helping the situation.
I only fell once . . . but as I was going down I had flashbacks, and realized my last two of three falls as an adult ended in my seeking medical attention and wearing slings. Why had I thought this was a good idea?
I saw my husband fall, and I loved him a little more in that moment. You see, as uncool as I think skating is nowadays, there is something about it that brings out the showiness in people. It does take some skill, and you can move pretty fast, so maybe that’s it. We were in the center of the rink, which I thought was reserved for little kids. But, there were people showing off, because I guess they got bored with going around in circles. They were skating backwards and through and around people very fast. From my perspective, they were just clogging up the area and causing hazards in a space that was supposed to be safe for learning. I was starting to get kind of angry about it.
I have one teenage kid in mind, who thought he was pretty cool. I did not think he was cool. I thought my husband, forgetting his pride to fall down trying to teach his kids to roller skate was very cool. Cooler, because I know when he was that kid’s age he was into being socially adept (one of the slang definitions of cool, according to dictionary.com). Now, I think, the cooler you try to be, the more uncool you are.