There were places I could have gone yesterday. The weaver's guild meeting; but I was still miffed at the people who didn't show up last week, and I felt no urge to get my arse off the couch, get dressed, and drive across town (I have to leave the house about 9:15 to get there on time.
Springtime Tallahassee was yesterday. I'm not big on the parade (not since the various times I have been in it), but there's also a big arts/crafts fair. But see above - that would mean getting dressed, trying to find parking somewhere (it usually ends up being a pretty long walk), and looking at stuff by myself. I'm still in downsizing mode, so it's unlikely that I would find anything I would want to buy and bring home. I have found over the last three years that I buy fewer things (including food) when there's not someone to show it to and say "what do you think?" I like food trucks - but again, standing in line by yourself, and later sitting on the curb alone, eating, lacks a certain something.
And then the circus was in town. I like small travelling circuses; there's a certain "times past" quality to them. Wholesome family entertainment. Some pretty amazing acts, but also on a human scale, not big screen CGI effects. But see the above - where's the motivation to get up, get dressed, drive into town? I do get tired of pushing myself.
But I saw a random FB post by a friend, Joe. Joe is an eternal 8-year old, and pretty spontaneous. I dropped him a note - "hey - you want to go to the circus tomorrow?" And he said "Sure!" So I did get up today, got dressed, drove into town. Joe, on the other hand, fell asleep and was a no-show.
That seems to be the theme so far for 2023. I do realize that I whine a lot about having to do stuff by myself (or I don't do stuff because I don't feel like doing it alone). But dammit - I do try. I agreed to be part of a "heritage fiber arts" group to demonstrate at the Highland Games in February - not my fault if I was the only one to show up. I agreed to meet with the group of spinners last week - and they were all no-shows. I was going with a friend to the circus - and I sat alone.
But I'm glad that I went. It was small - one big tent - so all the acts were up close and personal (I sat about 15 feet from the ring). The acts were fun, and some were amazing. I spent way too much money on a big box of popcorn and enjoyed all that fake butter. I applauded and went "oooooo." Honestly - I enjoyed myself.
There will be more of that this month. It's often said that if there is anything to do in Tallahassee, it's going to be in April and October. One of the students that used to work at the museum is going to be in the FSU Flying High Circus, so I'm likely to go to that. Hopefully Adrianne and I can have lunch sometime - it's been about 6 weeks but she's been having health issues. I need to take some eggs to Gill if she has time between doctor's appointments (also many health issues, so we never go out together but I go visit every couple of months). There's the Art in the Park arts/craft show in a couple of weeks - maybe I'll be willing to fight parking by then. Rob and Amanda might come for a visit at some point - I haven't seen them in 4 months. The museum is having the annual volunteer party in a couple of weeks.
I'm having a tooth crowned and the car needs the oil changed. That also at least gets me out of the house.
So cocooning is over. Maybe I'll slow down on reading Harry Potter. I'm halfway through Book 6 (Half Blood Prince). The problem is that I'm supposed to be co-reading with Ebaida and she's still back on Book 4. But this is Ramadan, and she has to fast (including no water) from dawn to dusk and she's been under a lot of stress for the last few months anyway so she tends to be too tired to read. I won't be hearing from her much this month - I miss her. Mostly she's just trying to sleep through it.
OK - long enough. The cats need feeding. And maybe I should eat something other than popcorn myself.
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