I haven’t exactly tried to hide the fact that I would prefer to live back on the West Coast. It is really hard being out here so far from the people I love, but I’m trying…I’ve been making an effort lately about being more active: making the most of it, if you will. Despite my poor self esteem, with this excess weight, I’m doing it. I’m making new friends and trying to keep busy. Tomorrow night, I’m going to see the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band in concert. Okay, you can quit laughing. But I love them. I’ve seen them before. I’m thinking they’re probably much older than the last time I saw them. I’m just hoping they’re not Gordon Lightfoot old. I’ve made it a point not to look it up. I saw them with my friend Cori way back when. Cori is one of my all-time favorite people. We played basketball in college in WA. Of all things, she ended up moving up to Sitka, AK to continue playing ball and finish school. It’s so funny. I ran away from it, while she ran to it. I think she was onto something, though. Living in Alaska again, would be a great thing, I think. Anyway, I remember she loved the song, Fishin’ In the Dark. Now, I’m partial to Mr. Bojangles, but because of Cori, Fishin’ is a favorite, too. Anyway, I’m looking forward to hanging out with friends tomorrow night and enjoying the concert.
Speaking of friends…I am picky. I mean, too picky. It’s funny. I’ve always been that way. But, it has really worked for me, because for me, my friends are the best. So, last week, I was watching one of the boys play baseball, and I was sitting in the stands with the other moms (what’s with that, anyway? It’s mostly moms at the games), when there was a foul ball that landed hard on the roof of a shelter over a couple of picnic benches. Well, this chick got scared to death, when that thing landed. She nearly jumped three feet out of her seat. I turned to the mom next to me (we’d been chatting all game), and I said, “That scared that lady to death. That was awesome.” The look she gave me-holy shit-like I was the anti-Christ. I remember thinking: I guess I shouldn’t be myself around the other baseball moms. Anyway, I told the story to one of my closest friends, and she replied, “WTF, I hate moms.” (btw, she’s also a mom to two) And that…is why I love the people I’ve chosen as friends in my life. That comment right there. Pure gold. Fuck, I miss them. But, I’m here, and I’ll soldier on and make the best of it.
I hope you all are having a great day. Make the most of it-even if you live in the Midwest ;)