will that get me drunk?
So I'm still dealing with the fact that I'm best friendless. It's something like relearning how to drive without arms. It's weird. But we have been falling apart as friends for about 4 months now, so I can hardly pretend I'm surprised.
Time to move on.
So I went to spend the night at my dads. Something I haven't done since I was 17. There was some sort of issue with the colt messing up the fence, so when I *attempt* to open the gate the post almost fell down. So I got to hop the fence with a pizza in hand at 930 last night, which in the country equals pitch blackness. There's something really nice about being at my dad's. I feel gloriously uncomplicated there. I'm not sure if it's because there are a lot of limitations on what to do, or if it's because that's where my childhood was, but I feel lighter somehow...or something like it. I hope that I'm able to provide that feeling for my children, whenever I get children.
Today was my papaw's birthday. He's 89 years old. And he was darn near giddy today about the surprise party. I gave him his bday present (molasses, which he asked for) and he holds it for a second and says "What am I supposed to do with this? Will it get me drunk?" It was a very funny moment that I'm sure will not translate well to writing. But alas.
Then I come home and as I'm getting my overnight bag out of the car I get that feeling. You know how the hairs on your neck stand up when someone is watching you, even when you don't actually see them watching you? That feeling. I look around and I see a little boy in the church parking lot three houses down looking at me. I wave. The boy waves back. It's my nephew.
Awesome.
So leave the bag in the yard and walk down the hill where we played football for about 30 minutes. He made me learn to punt the ball, because that's important, and my shoe actually went further than the ball. So I got the ball to try again but apparently that was considered a fumble, and I got tackled. That kid is pretty strong. And doesn't care when his aunt is missing a shoe.
Now it's time to go study, and think happy thoughts that the job I got hired at will call me tomorrow and tell me that they want me to start work.
And I will think happy thoughts that the whole friends/not friends thing will work itself out. Or that I will stop being sad and hurt about it.
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