I tried to go to Great Vespers tonight. Got to the driving lot twice, but by the time I got to the door, I was five minutes late and couldn't bring myself to open it.
Is Saturday usually quiet? Small Catholic town and all, but I think there was only one person there.
I saw my daughter and her two young roommates yesterday. I don't know the name for it, but apparently playing with glowing balls on a rope is a big thing too. And various other visual balancy-toys. They make me feel a little old. But then we had yo-yos and hula hoops. I'm not sure where "discing" fits in. Maybe a few years after "planking" and "owling". I don't know of any related activity from my generation though.hmmm, discing....so, that's a thing...
Oh man, I've done the same thing.
Unfortunately he died from not heeding a warning that a tree was falling in his direction. His last words were, "What is it this time!"
They tend to be bigger steps than usual though.this reminds me of a Mitch Hedberg sketch where points out that an escalator that is out of service is simply.....stairs....