Challenges

It’s hip to talk about challenges.  Sometimes, economic decline is called an “economic challenge.”  A marriage ends and friends say it was a “relationship challenge.”  Thankfully, I’m not having an economic or relationship challenge right now, but I will admit to enjoying a good challenge every now and then.  Some challenges I’ve considered and declined are surfing, snowboarding, and bungee jumping.

Climbing Mount Washington is still on my list.

(Can you see Mount Washington in this picture?  On a clear day, I can see it from the top of Mosquito Hill.)

When I was worried about the potential of an imminent apocalyptic challenge, I decided to get a self-defense tool.  Unbelievably, at a yard sale in Kingston, I found a used bow and arrow.  I’ve never used a bow and arrow, but it looked easy and the yard sale host convinced me I would only need a little practice to be a modern-day female Robin Hood.

Sold.

I brought the bow and arrow home and stuck it in the back of my closet, behind the gown I wore to the 2007 Junior League “Centennial Ball.”  After a few days, I forgot about it and started squirreling away Tootsie Rolls for the apocalyptic Tootsie Roll shortage that was predicted in 2014.  I had done my research and Tootsie Rolls were the most likely candy to survive a nuclear disaster; I had no plans to “shelter in place” without a little something sweet.

Then I had my apocalyptic epiphany.  These days I’m putting most of my spare time and energy into growing food (self-sufficiency) and writing (developing more transferable skills).  I still have my bow and arrow, though, and a few weeks ago I called a friend who has a lot of land and a general “country boy” knowledge of self-defense tools, including the bow and arrow.  I asked if I could skip over sometime and practice.

It took him a while to respond.

“What is this, another one of your challenges?”

He didn’t say no, though, and I was able to figure out that a bow and arrow wasn’t going to save me from a roving gang of zombies nor was I going to start moonlighting as an Olympic archer.  The bow and arrow will end up in my own yard sale.

It was a fun little challenge that failed.  Don’t worry; I have a whole list of other challenges on a cocktail napkin in my purse and it’s quite probable I will write about them.

As Helen would say “if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.”

Do you have a funny failed challenge?

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