Zombie Jesus Day finds me sitting in the park and watching kids run
around on the playground. The air is comfortable, not too warm or too
cold and I am here fully prepared for my park experience, which consists
of my iPad for blogging, a book for reading, a half gallon of iced tea
for drinking and cigarettes for smoking. That really should cover just
about everything.
The last 24 hours or so have been the best 24 hours I have had in a long
time. Ever since that trip to do laundry yesterday and running into
George work has taken a back seat in my mind to just going out and
living. Even though Dee sat next to me at the hockey game last night,
work didn't come up much as a topic of conversation. I am sure part of
the reason was that after the first period her and her boyfriend Bill
got up and left. Whether they left because they thought the Penguins
would win at that point (they were leading 3-1 and significantly
outplaying Columbus to that point) or they wanted to go talk to other
friends in the building or they just didn't want to sit by me I really
don't know, nor am I all that concerned with their reasoning.
I suppose I could be upset about the outcome of the game, the Pens lost
4-3 in double overtime, but I wasn't simply because my mind wasn't
thinking about what needed done the next day or on Monday, or trying to
fix the next work related crisis that popped up, instead I was just
watching a sport that I enjoy and wasn't interrupted by life in general.
Instead I found myself fascinated by the girl sitting three seats over
from me now that the two seats between us were no longer occupied.
Trying to describe her would be hard, because I do not have the
requisite vocabulary needed to best put my thoughts to paper. It is
much like when a word is brought up in a foreign language but there is
no English counterpart so the result is some half assed description of
what the word almost means in English. To say this girl was cute would
be an understatement, but the same token she certainly wouldn't have
been what anyone would describe as hot either. It was just more the way
the whole package came together with her, the almond shaped eyes, the
short dark hair, the small roundish face with everything in proportion.
I kept thinking to myself if only I was 20 years younger maybe I would
try to strike up a conversation with her, but I know what I was like 20
years ago around women, I would have been far too shy. Instead showing
my interest would have been some long drawn out process for which the
time span of a single hockey game, even one that went two overtones,
would have been far too short a time frame.
Between fleeting glances at her I spent time just daydreaming, wishing
that I wasn't two months from being 45 years old (still time to buy
birthday presents for those so inclined) and thinking of times and
places where the pressures and aggravation so of the present just didn't
exist. When the final horn sounded and the game was over I was more
sad about getting up and leaving than I was about Pittsburgh losing.
I managed to get home around midnight, thankfully I had blogged earlier
in the day or I would have missed Saturday's entry altogether. I stayed
up way too late after I got home, I had some things I wanted to check
online, including some issues with this page and the people that had
been stopping by recently. After that I caught up on a few things on
Hulu that I had missed the last couple of days and I ended up falling
asleep somewhere around 4:30am. I woke up a couple of times and was
just laying around at 9am when my phone rang, it was my mom calling to
say they were getting ready to leave and come see me. Apparently they
had left a message the night before but I was out at the game and didn't
check my messages when I got home. I threw some clothes on, they live
an hour away and when they say they are getting ready to leave that
process can take an hour or so also, so I had some time. I did some
cleaning in my apartment, went to the corner store and got a coffee to
get myself somewhat alert and functional.
They showed up around 12 or so, my mom had went and made me an Easter
basket again this year and we all ended up going to Golden Corral for
lunch, or as I call in in my Star Trek geekiness, the SmorgasBorg, where
the food will be assimilated. I was just happy to once again be out
and about and spending time with my family, which I really should do
more of, in moderate doses in can be very therapeutic for me. Extended
doses are another matter that need not be addressed here.
I assimilated a beef filet, some chicken, green beans, chili, potatoes
and banana pudding and when we left I felt that while I did not have all
if the knowledge of the food pyramid, I had consumed enough of it that
the United Federation of Food Sources would have no chance in a space
battle.
When I got home I investigated my basket, there was the holiday card
with money in it (a standard mom thing), too much candy for me to ever
eat and a toy Cadbury bunny that when you press it's belly it clucks
like a chicken. Sometimes my mom just gets me, because people that know
me know that I often refer back to the old Cadbury commercial when
talking and say "Thanks Easter Bunny, bwack, bwack!"
Now I am sitting here, enjoying what I would call some of the last few
hours of freedom and daylight before once again going back to the grind
Monday morning. I am finding that my level of happiness (or lack
thereof) is tied into my presence or absence from work. In science they
would call this a direct correlation, I just call it truth. So I am
going to take in some more of my book, smoke another cigarette and call
it a day if that is may with everyone. If not, call me, maybe I will
check my messages this time.
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