...is a nice word. Ariel used it in a comment on my occasional sonnet. It certainly applies to my approach to life. And sometimes there are consequences. And no, I'm not referring to my youtubes, or the time, maybe two years ago, when I decided to cut ringers in a soft summer fallow field with my brother's dune buggy, thinking what impressive patterns I'd leave, only to end up upside down, hanging from the shoulder harness. I'll never live that one down.
No, my latest involves a blog post and some time in the tub. Bathtubs are dreadful. Dreadful. I just can't relate to those who enjoy long soaks with bubbles and books and I shake my head every time I come across a book with tell-tale tub-rippled pages. Anyhow, I crawled in the tub with the Biblioasis post regarding the covers for Shut Up He Explained, John Metcalf's forthcoming book, and all the challenges the post put forth still fresh in mind. Anyone who knows me knows I can't resist a challenge (which is part of the reason I ended up hanging upside down). By the time I crawled out, I had an idea. I then got to work. When I emailed the result to Biblioasis, offering it for just $8.00 (a fun play on the $800 cost of the image he'd referred to in the initial post) and a one-year subscription to CNQ, I hit Send without thinking another thought. I'd tackled a challenge. I'd had my fun. That's what life is about. The next day, much to my surprise and delight, it ended up on the blog. And now look! I'm thrilled.