I wish

There's a volunteer project through my company, and this weekend's task is to paint studios and hallways at the Colorado Ballet.

Since I would have B. with me, I didn't sign up, but I wish I could have done it. (I can't imagine trying to paint and entertain an 8-month-old.) Driving past the studios just last week, I was craning my neck to get a look at the barres that overlook Lincoln and 13th.

Sometimes I see a ballerina at that barre, and I always think, "What if." It makes me sad that this painting party probably was my one chance to finally see the inside of that studio. I trust the walls will need painting again, and I hope I'm available.