Time Don't Matter to Me

Trying to take a respectable photo with a Yayhoo getting in the way of it.

This weekend was a weird thing...Or maybe I was the weird thing this weekend. I felt structureless for most of it. I've always loved that feeling. When I was a kid I used to pretend there was no time and try to stay up all night and read books or watch old movies and defy it all. As an adult it's not so easy, but this weekend I did my damnedest. I suppose it didn't help that I'm reading The Time Traveler's Wife.

Finally getting it right but realizing the top one is more fun.

I did go out for brief periods both nights. The only reason I did was because I had friends in from out of town. Actually, the guy on Friday wasn't a friend, but a friend of a friend. Both of my girls were out doing their own things, so I had exactly two beers and stayed out for a couple of hours.

This particular friend of a friend is also a good friend of that one guy I dated about a year and half ago. I introduced myself to him, and didn't once mention the guy I dated. About five minutes later, he called said guy and came back with the phone and asked me if I wanted to talk to him. Don't you think that's kind of odd? It wasn't a big deal. I don't have a problem with him, it's just that I haven't heard from him for at least six months, so it's not like we're buddies. I would never call the friend of a friend's ex-girlfriend (who I know) and tell her I met her ex and then ask him if she wanted to talk to him. Some boys are just funny.

Some friends taking the bicycle rickshaw home.

Saturday was kind of a bust. I did socialize and saw another guy I knew who was in town from Denver. We had a good talk, but I just really wanted to go home. I was in one of those moods where I wanted to lie around and read my book. Nerd.

Today I did a little of that book reading though. My girls were at their family reunion with their dad, so I had a beautifully structureless day. I woke-up and read and then ran and then went to my friend K.'s house and talked to her for a bit. I did go to the store, so I suppose that was practical. Then I read some more and my daughters didn't get home until almost 10.

I suppose tomorrow will end my wonderful streak. I have plenty of errands to run and things to take care of before we leave for our camping trip on Wednesday. It just helps to slow everything down for a day or two and pretend that there's no time or deadlines or a thousand chores to do every once in a while.