How’s your slow (fast?)-transition-to-summer?
There are 100 memes going around in the parent world about this time of year, and while they are appropriate and funny – I don’t think any of them are articulating the sheer exhaustion that has come with it – for me, anyway. Someone told me recently that they went to some lecture about something about the brain (see? I can’t remember anything right now) and the end result was that she learned that people can really only manage three big things successfully. It might have been two. One? It might have been about teenagers. Either way, I kept the small portion of what she said that I could remember in the back of my at-capacity mind and it has comforted me at 3 in the morning when I remember that I didn’t do something I was supposed to three weeks ago.
Anyway, I thought I would update you on my list, being a few weeks away from when it’s supposed to be allover.
I ate a lobster roll (I ate two actually, because my friend Jen is the most amazing and lovely person and made me a NE and CT one). I complimented a million people. I bought someone a coffee at the drive-thru. I made my parents dinner. I watched the sun rise at the beach. I started running towards my 20 mile goal, which has been tough because of some IT band something or other. I got a massage that helped with the IT band something or other. I’ve written mostly every day. I took a tour of a vineyard (which I highly recommend, because Flag Hill Winery is a lovely place to spend time). All of those things were a story in a story, but I figured I would just tell you guys about the one that I *think* you’ll like the most. Because I love you guys! And not just because 95% of you – even the ones that never say a word on the internets about my posts – are really just wondering when and if I’m going to streak, and who I’m sleeping with.
You guys are the dirtiest.
Anyway – I gave my number to someone.
I know, it’s probably not a big deal to most of you – but in my post-twenties life, I’ve only really asked maybe 2 people out – both of which ended up being married men (who didn’t wear rings). Anyway – I took Anna to get tuning pegs for a guitar she was making for her science project, and ended up spending a bit of time with one of the men that works at Guitar Center. He was cute. I didn’t notice right away, because I honestly don’t pay attention to anyone until they make me laugh, and then he did. I don’t remember what he said, but when I paid attention, I noticed he was cute – and knowledgeable about music-stuff (and I am a sucker for musicians) and he helped us more than is generally necessary for 6th grade science projects. And when we left, and I noted how nice he was to us, Anna said, “He could have been hitting on you Mom.” I brushed it off, because he wasn’t, and because it felt weird to engage in that conversation with her then. We went home, and three days later, I went back by myself, and left a card under the door of Guitar Center thanking him, and noting that if he was un-attached, I’d take him to coffee to properly thank him, and gave him my number. And he hasn’t called – and maybe he never will, and maybe he has a girlfriend, and maybe he didn’t get the note. Maybe that was his last day at Guitar Center, and he left in the middle of the night for a new destination, without leaving the other employees at Guitar Center a forwarding address. Maybe – when he went to dial my number a dog ran by, grabbing the note, Guitar Center guy chasing him, only to trip, causing a scene while the dog kept running, hurting himself enough not to get up, surrounding by people trying to help him up while he tried to go after the dog – the people crowding around him stopping him from finding the dog – the dog turning a corner out of sight, Guitar Center guy losing my number forever.
And maybe, and this is obviously a stretch – he didn’t think I was as cute as I thought he was? That’s probably the craziest thought though.
We will never know.
Mostly because I will never go back to Guitar Center?
But it was a pretty fun thing to do, and low-risk, and it reminded me that there are likely other cute people (maybe even musicians) that can make me laugh, and that was a good feeling to be left with.
(Be well, Guitar Center guy.)
The most wonderful part of what this has done, is left me spending time with people I otherwise might not have – not because I don’t want to, or they don’t – but just because the regular parts of life can take up so much space that you can go forever – being the busiest – without watching the sun rise, getting a pedicure, or eating a lobster roll – all with people you respect, love, admire and feel lucky to share space with.
The entire process of this list has me feeling very Natasha Bedingfield Unwritten (mostly because Anna recently discovered this song and has danced around the house to it daily as a result, which is so great) so I’ll leave you with that.
20 days and counting.