Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Blur



I think I missed posting yesterday for the first time in years. That's an appropriately blurry picture above of Oliver at a place called Sky High which I drove to yesterday morning in the far reaches of the southland. It's a warehouse with about a thousand places to jump on trampolines and into ball pits, and it smells like disinfectant and would probably otherwise be a nightmarish place of children, germs, athletic people and bad music, but since it was a Monday morning, it was completely empty and Oliver ran around by himself for nearly two hours. Four or five tiny children with beleaguered parents trailing them jumped up and down on the trampolines, and at one point a young couple came in together and exercised which made me feel guilty for one tiny moment that I wasn't doing the same, but I recovered in the next moment and continued reading The Goldfinch in my Shiatsu massage chair. I periodically responded to Oliver's requests to watch him, and periodically wondered about the vast differences in people (namely, how an exercise date at a gigantic trampoline place is appealing to anyone), and continued to bury my head in the book, grateful that I don't have to attract anyone based on my love of exercise or be subject to a person who would suggest it as a fun thing to do.

Anyhoo.

I didn't post yesterday because I had no original thoughts, drove approximately 524 miles back and forth into the valley and beyond with the trip to Sky High and then Henry's school and then back to Henry's school for his baseball tryouts, with a trip to the mall and some unbloggable events that left me breathing deeply in my head, a cheerful smile on my face as I bantered with The Brothers and made them dinner, a Golden Globish performance, best actor for comedy and drama. Smoking hot, and not from exercise of any kind whatsoever.

9 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

Uh...I'm sending you good thoughts?
Well, you know I really am.

Karen Gerstenberger said...

I love you AND your smoking hot mind & heart.

Alicia D said...

When i clicked over to your blog yesterday and then again this morning and saw... NOTHING... i was shocked. Since ive started reading you (what, like 4 years ago?) you have never (in my knowledge) missed a single day. I was scared something was wrong. As my 9 year old says (for some odd reason) "praise the gods!" lol!

37paddington said...

Comedy and drama. Well.

Jacqueline said...

I know that "smoking hot" feeling, and I am rather allergic to exercise myself. I think all mothers ought to keep track of the kilometres (forgive me, I am Canadian) they drive each month to take our offspring here, there and everywhere. I think it would be shocking. And I am reminded of the fact that my own mother did not drive. How we managed, I don't know. I think I just ended up doing a lot of things that were in walking distance!

Mama D said...

Curses upon all the unbloggables.

Verna Wilder said...

Hooray for books and for reading instead of jumping around getting all sweaty. Happy to see you again.

Carrie Link said...

So, you don't want to throw a football in the backyard (or living room) with your husband, as I'm obliged to do?

Kim Andersen said...

Hilary has a birthday to go to on Saturday at one of those places. I'm so happy I don't have to go to birthday parties with them anymore - those jumping places are excruciating to me - oh and bowling alleys too.

Not an original thought all day? I somehow doubt that ....

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