There are two things in my life that I would dearly love to be able to do with skill and precision and flair (I’ll settle for two out of three on anything else): I want to juggle and I want to fold origami. I can do neither except in their simplest forms.
Meag bought me a book on origami for Christmas. I have at least six books on origami. Still can’t do it. Some in this book were possible though. Like this breakfast.