No Siree, Not Me

They say you should never say never.  Maybe is the new never. But there are at least three things that at this stage of life I can say I will never do.

#1 Go over Niagara Falls in a barrel.  Why on earth not, you might ask?  Anyway, the first person to survive a trip over the falls was a woman, Annie Edson Taylor, in 1901.  Good for her.

#2 Go bungee jumping.  Besides my fear of heights, I have this thing about how the jump must affect your joints particularly the ankles, as in, not good for them.  I also will never do the walk around the outside of the CN Tower tethered onto it somehow; it's called Edgewalk and I understand they have several months waiting list for people lined up to do it.  Not me.  You will never find me hiring a helicopter to take me up a mountain so I can ski the sheerest of cliffs down.  I guess I could have shortened this one just to say any extreme sport or anything involving heights.

#3 Driving with the window down and my arm stuck out.  Do you realize how many people have sheered off an elbow that way?  Apparently quite a few. It just gives me the shivers to think about it.  I bet those people were not driving a Corrolla or a Honda Civic, though.  Strikes me it would have to be something cooler. 

                                                What's on my night table

 This book, The Widow's Tale by Mick Jackson, is a very enjoyable read.  The writing style is chatty and funny (it reminded me of Bridget Jone's Diary) even while dealing with a sad topic.  The heroine is just widowed and she literally runs away from home while she comes to grips with her new status. I loved her honesty and witty take on aging, men, relationships, etc.  I was surprised to realize the author, a man, could so aptly identify the emotional baggage women carry.