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Because you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop…
I’m back. Life is rolling well. I had a physical a couple of weeks ago and got my results today. My cholesterol is good. Everything else is good…except my Vitamin D is low, and I have a UTI. Hmmm….Nothing that a few more meds won’t cure. (ha ha)
We went to DC with the kiddo and had a great time visiting all the FREE museums. I think we all walked our asses off, but we loved the ART museums best. Best food was probably in the Native American Museum cafe. Or may have been Ping Pong Dim Sum Restaurant. The kiddo had 4 different dim sum foods that she liked. Not including the 3 different desserts! The kiddo and the husband ran (holding hands) in a mile kids run. I made a sign and stood on the sidelines. All good times.
My 3 year old nephew started playing tee-ball! My bro got home. We are doing happy times!
Mentally I’m on track for success in 2011. Or so I tell myself.
So what is new, you ask? Well, um, not a whole lot. The weather is great. Even the massive rain storms. I’m feeling young again. And now I digress….
We spend a lot of time in Knoxville’s Market Square. We live close, and it is a sweet little joint to hang in. Except for when I see my old roommate. She lives on the street. She is crazy. Seriously. Drugs have badly impacted her. So I walk through the square with my happy little family and see her sitting on the sidewalk talking to herself. She seems like she is often angry and berating whatever invisible person she is conversing with. She smokes her cigs, and doesn’t carry anything with her, but she is always wearing a different outfit. Her hair is a mess (as though I would expect less). I lo0k away as I pass her. I recognize who she is, but I don’t know her. It freaks me out. I’m not the type to reach out to HER. Our last conversations were strained (and that was almost 20 years ago). I harbor my resentments of her. (I am not too wrapped up in this world. I am not a pervert.) I don’t wish her the stuff she must have gone through. Oh well.
So I recognize how lucky I am. I flaunt it. I revel in it. That makes me a bit of a bitch, huh?
But I haven’t given up on anything. And it seems like she did. Live your dream fools! Don’t live in a nightmare!
