My experiences of Shakespeare are threefold and minimal: Maggie O’Farrell’s Shakespeare-inspired novel Hamnet, which I read in March of last year; not attending the yearly Veritas Shakespeare plays, but knowing people in them; and memorizing one Shakespeare sonnet.

Last November 6th was my eightieth (and final) time waterskiing in 2022 because that was the date of my ski accident. The rope broke and I fell so hard and hurt my ribs and didn’t ski again for seventeen weeks. On March 5th of this year, the weather was warm enough and I was recovered enough to ski again and the rest is history.

[The following post is a journal entry from April 17, 2023, which also happens to be my three-quarter birthday.]

This past Friday, I said to TJ that I really wished the track meet for Cash and Story hadn’t gotten moved to Saturday. TJ was sitting at the table and started asking me about why I wished that.

Dear Readers,

I have been wanting to write this post for a while, but time takes time. I had a ski accident just over 6 weeks ago. It happened on the first Sunday of November (the 6th). Though I wasn’t anticipating getting to ski that day because it was a rainy morning, the sun came out by the early afternoon and the temps were up to 70 degrees.

Dear Readers,

First, a thank you to Gretchen Rubin for her One-Sentence Journals that last for five years. I started my first one on October 17, 2017, and finished five years later on October 16, 2022. That felt like a big moment of completion. And then I started over again in a new journal three days ago.