The List: aka ‘It’s good to have goals’

One month into Cindy Files, I’ve met my goal of pursuing one adventure a week, although I haven’t hit anything resembling a regular schedule.

Before I hit “Publish” on my first post, I had a list of more than 100 activities that I wanted to pursue. The List is a living document, with ideas being added as others fall off. Already, I have missed two events I had wanted to participate in.

Today, I share The List with readers.

I’d love to hear your suggestions of activities I might pursue.

The big rules: read more

In the woods: Spotting an unusual flower

A skunk cabbage rises from a frozen area. CINDY DECKER PHOTO

Ohio’s heat-generating wildflower is in bloom, signaling that spring isn’t that far off.

One of the first wildflowers to appear each year, skunk cabbage (ymplocarpus foetidus) has been showing its colors for several weeks in wet, marshy woodlands of central Ohio.

Besides its early bloom time, one of the plant’s most unusual characteristics is its ability to defy frigid weather.

The National Wildlife Federation says its flower buds can warm up to 70 degrees to melt snow around the plant. read more

At the shooting range: Finding a new skill

Guns really do smoke when you fire them.

I’d never given much thought to the origin of the word gunsmoke till I saw the gray curl wafting from the barrel of a handgun I’d just fired.

My eagerness to learn to shoot probably surprises some friends. I seem more inclined to toy with yoga poses and garden shears than bullets and gunpowder.

But I grew up around guns. My father hunted when I was young, although he quit when the scopes became so powerful that he felt the deer didn’t have a sporting chance. read more

Nail polish: A manicure as distraction

Editors note:  My former boss pointed out that I haven’t written for nine days.   That is partly due to a lack of time and partly because the content below is such a  frivolous, vapid  topic.  I promise deeper things to come.

A professional manicure is hardly the stuff of a bucket list  (not that Cindy Files is a true bucket list and not that I’m old enough to need a bucket list).

But I still hadn’t been able to fit this simple bit of personal grooming into my life in at least 15 years. Yes, I file my nails, but I certainly don’t paint them.  When I used to try at home,  I’d lose patience with the drying  time and  go off to pet the cat or engage in some  equally ruinous activity. read more

Soup for you! A night with the Soup Nazi

The thing about my efforts to reclaim the fun and spontaneity in my life is this: I haven’t had a lot of time to write. I’ve been too busy being fun and spontaneous.

I’ve also spent a lot of time on deadly dull work such as housekeeping and laundry, and my days have simply vanished.

I haven’t hit the rhythm of writing daily. (Writing is work; don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.) So in addition to fun and spontaneity, I think I need a bit of structure to my life. I’ll get there eventually.   Just forgive my two-week gap in blog posts. read more

Dancing it out: A taste of the trance dance

Cards are splayed out before the beginning of the trance dance.

For this blog, I have compiled a list of more than 100 experiences to pursue.

But for my first “experience,” I undertook something I hadn’t even heard of a week earlier: a trance dance.

I was treating myself to a deliciously relaxing Swedish massage when the therapist began telling me about the new class her shop was offering.

I can’t pretend that her explanation — which included music, dancing, blindfolds and a talking stick — made me understand exactly what was going to transpire. read more

The second chapter begins

When my journalistic career ended in mid-November, I could have been sad.

I loved working in a newsroom, which is probably like no other professional environment. The people are brilliant, cynical, witty and dedicated, with a marked tendency toward wickedly funny (and usually irreverent) black humor.

In a newsroom, we (yes, it’s still a “we” thing) read and interview and uncover facts for a living. We are paid to learn. Adrenaline amps the heart rate when news strikes (or deadline approaches). read more