Stumble It!
(continued - see previous post)
April 27 was Dad’s birthday and I felt guilty that I wasn’t with him. Luckily one of my nephews was going to be in the area on business and would take Dad out to dinner.
Adrian complained about the local gym he had just joined. He compared it to the wellness center in Morehead where everyone smiled or said hello when they saw you. “Here people act as if they don’t see each other,” he said. Adrian missed Morehead much more than I did because he had a life there. He went places and saw people and did things. I am a hermit so it’s irrelevant where I live.
I picked up Rachel and Mike at daycare for the first time. Mike was glad to see me, but Rachel acted like I was kidnapping her. She screamed when I picked her up and didn’t stop for the whole twenty-minute ride home. Then when we got here she screamed some more. I finally stuck her in her booster seat at the table and gave her some juice and food. After she calmed down, she played with Mike and me in the living room.
At the beginning of May we went to an art opening downtown, a solo show of large colorful abstract paintings by a local artist. I felt a strong connection because my own work is large, colorful, and abstract. It also felt great just to get out of the house and do something.
We came home pooped, ate tacos and watched Out of Africa. The strongest impression I was left with from the movie was that Masai sense of living in the moment—a state I aspire to but have little experience with.
(to be continued)
