The one thing that most people usually try and do on NYE is juggle. That deep, inner instinct to satisfy the craving inside to be able to throw things in the air and skillfully catch them. “Things “being usually either balls or knives. Though for me when the instinct arose this year and I looked around for what I could practice juggling with, the only likely option other than knives (I am not up to that level yet) was a rolling pin. What is a rolling pin? Well you flatten out dough with it, whether its the same name elsewhere, here in Oz its the name provided. I have provided a sample image below, though the woman featured is no stand in for me.
Continuing on with the story, I picked up the pin, and even though there was only one (I am not up to the stage of involving more than one object), I gingerly yet professionally threw it in the air. Naturally I caught it and tossed it lightly again and this time, gave it a little spin. My progression continued to get to that wow factor, I looked around as if someone was watching. The only thing that looked like it was watching was my almost dead Christmas tree called Rufus. And he had other things on his mind. In that moment when I looked away, my professionalism slipped. And I dropped the rolling pin onto the kitchen bench, where it then rolled off and onto my toe. Thats what you get when you dont use professional grade pins I guess.
Picking it up and placing it back on the bench next to my phone, I then noticed the new addition to my phone. massive cracks through it. The pin had smashed my phone. Sigh.
300 dollars later and a final admission of my phone was smashed, I decided not to juggle until next NYE.
May the next year be a year to remember.