Friday is a bit of a tough day. I keep thinking about in the coma and a few other people who are in difficult circumstances with no way out. I leave work after 4pm and lift weights and do the laundry. The weird emotions are still there. This would be a night when my 100 days of sobriety could be threatened if I did not have a late night ice hockey game.
We have a guest on our team for the game - Jason the deaf (or hearing imparied) guy from a few years ago. It turns out that he is a whole lot better than he was a few years ago because he just got back from the gold medal round at the Deaf Olympics. With Jason on our team we win easily. Now the question is will the league allow Jason to play at this level?
Saturday is spent at practice and qualifying for the Long Beach Grand prix with friends and coworkers. There is no longer a car sponsored by Tang, so I cheer for Darren Manning. There is a good battle for the pole between five drivers with Michel Jourdain finally getting his first. Darren Manning qualifies 10th. I tell my friends, "I'm going to go down there and slap him around because he's soiling the Manning name." I get home and take Nopester for a walk and continue on for a long walk on my own.
There is nothing left to do on this Saturday night except to go look for a party. I pick up Person J_VKPI and drive wildly towards a club in West Hollywood - it is raining so the streets are very slippery. Making the right turn from 3rd unto San Vicente I take it at a rapid speed and the right foot to the floor. The tail of the truck swings out...um...wildly and we almost spin. I have to lift my foot off the throttle but I regain control and continue on. Person J_VKPI admits that after being initially scared that he thought it was fun. I say, "We can go around the block and do it again." But this is met with a firm and resounding negative.
We get to the club and Person J_VKPI leaves for a while to meet with friends. I have fun listening to music, mingling with people, and fending off offers. A few acquaintances are present and we make idle talk. There are a couple of offers that are forthcoming that I really should refuse...um...or really should accept...or...um...well...I don't know what to do. I end up avoiding/refusing the offers because I do not want added complications/emotional trauma right now. I'm laying down for sleep at 2:45 am on Sunday.
Sunday I'm up near 7:30pm to go for a bicycle ride. Later I am finally able to return the telephone calls to various people that I owe them to. Today is really a blah day - I get an approximately two hour nap in before Mom and the youngest kid (young adult) come over to visit. The first thing that Mom says is, "You've lost more weight."
Here are the choices that I think about as to how
to respond:
1) "Thank you. I've been trying to."
2) "You would also if you've been through the recent emotional
turmoil, specifically in the last week, that I've been through."
3) "I wish it were true."
4) "I needed to lose some weight." (Pause) "It makes the motorcycle
faster."
I choose the latter response. After Mom and the youngest leave I get
out for a long walk with and without Nopester before sitting down
to answer email and relax. I am in bed by 9:30 pm.