I am left-handed, but do a lot of things with my right hand and therefore considered myself to be fairly ambidextrous. And then I sprained the thumb on my left hand and all notions of ambidexterity went right out the window. Things take forever now, or I simply cannot do them myself and have to hand a can of seltzer water to Mr. W with my head hung in shame. I do not think it is a very bad sprain, so at least there is that. I iced it for a little while and watched a YouTube video on how to wrap a sprained thumb, so I feel that I receiving the utmost in care.
This weekend was good. On Saturday I went out with Mr. W and friends to the local bowling alley. If you used to read my blog you would know that I am not that great of a bowler. Hell, to say that I am a halfway proficient bowler would require a hyperactive imagination. Or a lot of lying. The first game my final score was a 48. Determined to break 50 points, I began my second game with renewed vigor. It only took my three frames to hit a double digit score, rather than the six frames it took in the game previous. I was on my way!
Then I realized that perhaps I should be bowling with my left hand (this was pre-thumb sprain) seeing as I am left-handed and all. I switched hands and seemed to improve. My score in the second game surpassed my 50 point goal! It was a 63. I went to the bar for a victory vodka cranberry which, in hindsight, was probably not the best idea. Performance declined in the third game and I could no longer decide which hand to bowl with. I switched back and forth, both with equally not-so-great results. Final game score was a 46.
48, 63, 46. These sound like extremely unfortunate measurements. My friend, Clarence, made up something about how I just wanted to keep my scores in-line with a bell curve and I will go with that because it makes me seem more successful. Or scholastic, or something.
This is a bell curve.
Sunday we spent the day at the Renaissance Faire where a fun and sweaty time was had by all. I do not understand why some people were dressed up as Batman or a Fox or the Renaissance Superman, but I enjoyed this costume very much:
Because there were no Renaissance Supermans, but there were Renaissance Trolls!