We’ve finally put the last of the garden to bed. (Well… kinda. The parsnips and carrots are still out there, but they’re fine with some frost so we’re not in a hurry.) It’s a relief, because this year’s garden felt like an extreme sport — long gruelling hours of hand-watering, weeding, picking, processing, canning and freezing.
I grew an extreme watermelon:
That’s a 40-pound watermelon, in case you’re wondering. And for the first time in my life somebody said to me, “Nice watermelons!” (Okay, she actually said ‘watermelon’, which isn’t quite the same; but I took the compliment nonetheless.)
We got extreme beets:
And you already know about our extreme tomatoes, which have almost completed their primary fermentation and are on the verge of being filtered and bottled for cider:
But now that all’s quiet on the garden front, I feel a little flat. There are still a few outside chores to be done, but the ‘extreme’ part is over for the season. Dang, what am I going to do for an adrenaline rush?
So I consulted the internet.
Extreme sitting (sporthocking) sounded like something I could nail without too much practice, but after watching the YouTube video, I decided against it. I want to be able to use those parts of my anatomy for a good long while, and that looks like an ideal way to break one’s butt (among other things).
Extreme ironing seemed a possibility (although not necessarily a good fit; since I use my iron maybe once or twice a year). But no. My rock-climbing, sky-diving, and scuba-diving skills just aren’t quite up to par. The video also mentioned extreme vacuuming; but I’ve never been fond of vacuuming. (Nor of hurtling down a hill on a household appliance with no steering or brakes.) So that was out.
Chess boxing could combine my love of kickboxing with the more cerebral pursuit of chess, but I’m not good enough at either of them. And anyway, Hubby didn’t want to play.
So I guess it’s down to toe wrestling. It might be a bit hard on the bunions, but at least if Hubby and I have nothing else to do during our long rainy winter, toe wrestling might lead to other, more interesting indoor ‘sports’.
Any other extreme sport suggestions?
P.S. I’m travelling until the end of the month so my next post will be November 6, but I’ll be checking in here regularly. ‘Talk’ to you soon!
Book 15 update: Chapter 9 is well on its way, and I made good strides with the plot this week. It’s lucky that Aydan stays fit – she’s going to need it in this book!