Friendly

My father had a tendancy to speak to strangers as if he had known them all his life, and that they were interested in his children's accomplishments. Once, while we were discussing just this attribute, he began defending himself and after some wells, and you sees he said he was simply... friendly! From that moment on, we called him Friendly, especially when recalling an instance when he had actually mentioned to someone in a hotel lobby that his daughter, in high school, had recently won five state championships. He loved his children, all six of us, and believed everyone else should too.

Knuckle Head

He calls everyone a knuckle head, and it's pretty cute. I hadn't heard that for lots of years, and it reminded me of something a coach might shout at the awkward little league centerfielder when he drops an easy pop fly. It's on my phone, in a message, and it's still cute. I catch myself listening to that phone message, left by that certain someone, again, and again. I am trying to decipher the real meaning, when just what was said, is just what was meant.



Do we play the same games with others' hearts, as we did as teenagers? Sometimes I think we do, but then I start to feel tired. Too tired to even put more effort into the question; more than I already have. At times like this I start to wonder, "Aren't we all too old and tired to play?"



Tomorrow is Friday again, and I have no plans. I have a standing invitation to go with my mom and her friend to an Art Walk in the next town over. She did say that she hoped something more exciting would come up for me, and I love her for that. She's having a good time, I think, watching me continue my search. I sometimes question her regarding the right steps to take, and she she always has ideas about how to proceed. But I end up doing things my way, and sometimes that's good. Other times, however, I find that I should have listened to my mother.

We'll see what happens.

On Older Women Dating

Yes, I'm talking about going out with somebody of the opposite sex, preferably near your age and not married. For the past several years, since my divorce, I have been out with several men, hoping to build another relationship. And I do mean BUILD, as we all carry many burdens with us at this time in our lives. Each person's has positive and negative issues, depending on from whose point of view the evaluation is written from. Seems that we are pretty well set in our ways as we've spent several years perfecting our own particular oddities. Most of us know just what we want, when we want it, and what kind of effort we are willing to expend to get it. We may not be willing to reinvent ourselves, but lots of us have the illusion that for the right person we might be able to make some concessions. We believe we can alter our course just enough to put ourselves in the position to experience things in unfamiliar ways. The fact is though, that most of us are just satisfied enough with our daily life, that unless we match up with the dude, or babe, from the dream we've fostered forever, no real hook up will be made. Maybe I'm different because I've had a head injury, and my memory is not all it used to be. I keep trying, and am willing to make small adjustments in order to have the companionship I long for. As a matter of fact, I was in a two year relationship with a great guy. Turns out, I had caught him on the rebound, and the only reason we had initially gotten together was because I had been proof that he still was able to attract an educated, fairly attractive gal. I did say fairly. Stay tuned!

Back In Town

I have not posted in some time, but nobody was following this so I don't think any harm was done. At the end of August, I moved from Boise to Kalispell, the town im Montana where I was raised. My soul has always known I would return, and now I am back. It did take some effort, and I lost money to get out of my house. It does seem to be working out, none the less, there are difficulties I must face daily.

I am reminded of something my charming son once shared with me regarding "facing the inevitable and responsibilities." I held some papers in my hand regarding an impending court date I had, and I voiced my worry. He reached out, took the paper from my hand, placed it carefully on top of my refridgerator, and said "Just don't worry about it Mom, until the day before!"

My mother has been terrific, and I don't know how I'd make it without her help. She's been a better friend than I ever anticipated she could be, and the financial assistant has kept me afloat. She has helped in various areas, but I especially appreciate that she springs for Sunday breakfast out, as well as a flavored iced coffee everytime we are in the car.