Have an Ice Day

It’s not just a rock.  It’s forty-two pounds of polished granite, with a beveled underbelly and a handle a human being can hold.  Okay, so in and of itself it looks like it has no practical purpose, but it’s a repository of possibility.  And, when it’s handled just right, it exacts a kind of poetry – as close to poetry as I ever want to get.  The way it moves . . . Not once, in everything I’ve done, have I ever felt the same wonder and humanity as when I’m playing the game of curling.
— from Men with Brooms

That’s a curling stone up there (I didn’t take that picture, but I wish I had).  David LOVES curling.  He’s been talking about watching curling during the Olympics since, like, October.  I have been rolling my eyes since, like, October.  He taped the U.S. and Canadian Olympic Curling Trials.  I tried to watch with him, but I was bored to tears.  He’s been watching curling every day at work using NBC’s streaming video, and he’s been giving me a play-by-play by IM.  I really haven’t cared that much.

In the paper one day this week, there was a feature on curling, and it turns out there’s a curling club not too far from here.  They were hosting an open house all day today where people could sign up for free (read: donation requested) instruction.  Because I’m an awesome girlfriend, I signed us up for 12:30, then told him about it.  He pretended to be reluctant.

It turns out that curling is kind of cool.  I am awful; I can’t seem to make my legs do what they are supposed to do, and the stone is harder to throw than they make it look on TV.  David seemed to pick it up well, so I was glad for him.  We had a great time, laughing at each other while we were learning, and we even ended up joining the club.  We will be participating in a beginners curling league starting March 5th – 5 Fridays in a row for two hours or so, with an hour of instruction beforehand each night.  We got our own “personal sliders,” which you slip on over your street shoe so that one foot is slippery while the other (uncovered) is grippy.  If we get really into it, I presume we’d buy special curling shoes, but for now, this is perfect.  (Note: one of the things on my 101 in 1001 list is “join a bowling league.”  I may exercise my supreme power and call that done with this.  The point was to join a league of some kind and play a game with strangers regularly;  this fits the spirit of the item, and that’s good enough for me!)

Here are some pictures from today (David asked me not to post the ones of him; sorry):

curling sheet

me, throwing the stone

temperature inside the rink

It’s cold enough in there that you need gloves and a jacket; also, they have shelves along the wall that act as a refrigerator, so that should give you some idea of just how cold it is.

I’m looking forward to this – I think it’s exciting to try something new!  I’ll keep you posted on our progress!

P.S. the title of this post comes from a pin they were giving out at the open house today, and which I just realized I still have on!

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3 thoughts on “Have an Ice Day

  1. That is so exciting! Like David I have been watching non stop all week too. My Mom used to curl back in the day and I’ve always been fascinated with it. She curled all 4 years in high school and while we do have a curling rink in our little town, I have always been too chicken to actually join.

    Good luck!!

  2. I have vague memories of my parents going to curling a few times when I was possibly a teenager, which would be late 60’s early 70’s. I remember my Mom thought it was fun and I rolled my eyes. Guess I should have tried it! I think the important thing is that you’ve got something that you can do together that you both enjoy. Hope David knows how lucky he is to have you, someone that will put yourself out there to get him an experience you know he would enjoy! I bet he does realize that! 🙂

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