… where I was with my old work buddies and everything was alright. There was no uneasiness. And I could only think, “Wow… the uneasiness is gone. People are talking to me just like I’m … me. Finally.”
Recently, I went to a birthday party for a friend of mine who turned 50, whom I used to work with at “that place” we won’t name. I thought it would be ok, but I felt like the black sheep. The couple of people I talked to asked me how I’d been and what I’d been doing since… They were nice enough, but I felt darn squirmy. We only stayed for 1/2 hour before I crawled out my skin and squeezed out the door.
It was just one of the odd points in my life lately.
The other day, a woman in my office asked me if the picture hanging on the wall of my daughter was my granddaughter.
I am still trying to figure that one out. I know there are a lot of grandparents at 43, but I am not one of them. 🙂
… was mostly uneventful. For a little while, we went motorcycle riding. We went to the Harley shop, and then back home. It was hot all weekend.. in the upper 90’s, to be somewhat exact.
We are seriously considering enrolling The Little Kid in skating school. Remember a month ago when I was terrified of her going ice skating? Well, she likes it, so lessons seem like a good idea. Good luck finding skates in the middle of July, though.