And what of my ambitions of walking to the nearby, yet-to-open Baskin Robbins? Yes, it’s within a half mile of my house. No problem there; I love to walk. But, no, there isn’t a walk signal allowing me to cross the very busy five-lane highway safely. What wouldn’t I do for a heavenly BR chocolate almond cone? Not much. As I told my husband upon the BR sighting, “Good heavens! This could be dangerous!”
But I'm prepared. I already live on the edge:
1. I eat chocolate. It makes my heart race.
2. I eat sugar. It leaves me wanting more.
3. I drink wine. It disrupts my sleep.
4. I zumba. It causes me to jump around in wild abandon--in other words, I’m an accident waiting to happen.
I don't, however, climb rocks, parachute, ride bulls, dive in caves, snow ski, hang glide, shave my head, or get tattoos. But, hey, I live dangerously in my own quiet way.