|Lost and Found|
Hello to all. Before I forget, my "lie" in my last post/ survey was about the boy: his name was Mike and he has brown eyes, not blue. He is my oldest friend in the world. He lived two houses down for me when I was little, and when we moved across town at the end of third grade, it was like the End of the World to me. Nevermind that I had to switch schools, nevermind I didn't know anyone in my new neighborhood. I was devastated to be leaving Mike, the only soul mate I had ever known.
We still got together a few times after I moved, and then we ended up in the same high school together. Sometime in college (he stayed local and I went 200 miles north, before coming to Boston) we swore that if we were still single by the time we were 30, we would just get married.
As it turned out, I was married just a few weeks shy of my 27th birthday. He is still single.
We still see each other a few times a year. When I go home to my mom's house for a few days, I try to give him a call and we usually get together for pizza and a game night around my mother's kitchen table. I will try to see him in July when I am there.
He tried to commit suicide a few years ago. Thank God he failed.
I still love him as I did back 35 years ago.
Friday night, we had leftover chinese food and finally watched the predictable conclusion of History Channel's take on the Hatfields & the McCoys. It was a decent series, although more violent than I expected from the History Channel. "But it's history!" Dave protested when I mentioned that opinion. Well, YES but it isn't actual footage, alright? It was good and I am not ashamed to say HOLY CRAP THE ACTOR WHO PLAYED JOHNSE HATFIELD WAS RIDICULOUSLY HOT IN THAT MOVIE with the long hair and the scruff, good LORD...and that I was genuinely sad when Rosanna dropped dead in the kitchen. I was never more sad, however, than the scene in the woods that involved the dog. Ennie was laying across my lap and I grabbed her face and told her not to look, despite the fact that she was completely asleep and facing me, and not the television. It was mostly a distraction to keep ME from crying - the only time in the whole miniseries, by the way, that I was that sad.
Saturday was a wash-out. It rained, and then it poured, and then it rained some more. We got up and had brunch and then I went for my weekly grocery trip. Then I came home and dusted the house again - seriously, another LAYER of pollen everywhere - and then vacuumed like a good little housewife. The rest of the rainy afternoon was spent watching old movies streaming on Netflix (with Dave), including the old 1920 version of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. That's the third silent movie we have watched in as many weeks; the others were Nosferatu and Phantom of the Opera.
Jesus. I just looked up the actor who played Johnse and it turns out he was born in NINETEEN EIGHTY FOUR. Now I feel absolutely disgusting.
Coincidentally, that was the same year I moved away from Mike.
Yesterday was Sunday and it was a busy day. I set the alarm for 9 AM (poor me! lol) so I could get up and get the day going. I made homemade blueberry pancakes and I must say they turned out deliciously. Next on the agenda was a motorcycle ride, since I had NO bike time on Saturday, given the steady downpours. I asked Dave if he wanted to go and he did (thank God) and so off we went for about 10 miles or so, as that was all we really had time for. My bike is just a mile or two away now from hitting the 100-mile mark.
Interestingly enough, that was the first ride where I was almost having fun. I usually am so focused on doing everything right - and in the right order - and looking around to make sure I am not going to get hit by some stupid person, that I forget to relax my shoulders and feel the wind around me.
Yesterday morning, I was close. I didn't realize it at the time, but later in the afternoon, I thought it was the closest I had been.
Then we got home, packed up the car and went to Rhode Island. Dave's step-father hit the big 6-0 yesterday so it was a nice day to spend with him on his birthday. I had a nice conversation with him and we sat outside, as it was a nice day down there.
We stayed about 3 hours and then drove back the hour home, so we could change our clothes and get to my sister's piano recital - or rather, the recital of those kids that take piano and voice lesson from her. Her two sons also taking piano with her, and her daughter made a violin cameo appearance. All of her students played well, but I was especially proud of my niece and nephews.
And then we finally got home for the night around 8 PM, just enough time for me to fix some soup for dinner and have a little dessert before the season premiere of Ice Road Truckers started at 9 PM.
I was zonked by the time we went to bed last night a little after 10. The alarm went off this morning and I had no idea what day it was. I was sad to learn it was only Monday.
But we will get through these five days and then on Saturday I can sleep in and take care of a few light errands and then on SUNDAY we go to Laconia, NH for a few days, woot! Bike Week, baby! I hope I am not too scared by the characters there. Ennie will protect me. She and I will drive the Jeep up and Dave will take the Harley.
I am looking forward to spending the time with Dave (and Ennie) and of course, I am looking forward to seeing all the beautiful motorcycles and other merchandise that is available to purchase.
But what I am really looking forward to are the massages I booked for us late Monday morning, and the promise of flopping around the steam room and jacuzzi for at least an hour afterward. Yes, Dave knows; he is looking forward to that, too. Tough bikers, eh?
I guess that's about it for now. Hope everyone out there had a nice weekend, too.