02.28.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 1:10 pm by Athena
St. Mary asked, “So are you dating anyone new, I mean, besides your brother?”
A nice reminder that I hang out with my brother more than anyone. I laughed and looked sideways at Amazing Gee who smiled benignly and wiped his face full of fries and snot on the sleeve of my sweater.
“No. I just don’t feel like dating. Too much going on.”
We chatted about work and writing and life. It’s been awhile since I’ve gotten to hang with them and a lunch break run to a nearby Burgerville to meet up was just what I needed. Amazing Gee is so freaking adorable, curly haired and totally wired from soda and school.
He still calls me Baafeena. I told him that 10 years from now I’m going to embarrass him in front of his girlfriend about how he pronounces my name. He just grinned and put another fry in his mouth. Halfway through lunch I mentioned that I needed to get back to work and he said, “Baafeena has to go to work?”
“Yeah, little man. I gotta go back to work.”
He withdrew and became sullen and quite for about ten minutes while I talked with St. Mary, then halfway through chatting about upcoming gigs he burst into nursery songs at the top of his lungs and all was well again.
That is, until I drove out of the parking lot and felt a heavy sadness. I’ve missed them a lot, and he’s growing up so fast. Ten years from now, when I’m teasing him in front of his girlfriend I’ll think it was just yesterday that we were having lunch together and he was wiping snot on my sleeve.
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02.27.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 11:25 am by Athena
I’m not normally a treadmill kind of girl. I’d much rather be out in the woods or on a path near the water or wandering downtown. However, being that I work so much and also happen to find myself at the gym for weights and the pool, it sort of made sense to try and get my speed walking done on the treadmill. I don’t run because, well, my boobs don’t like it.
Anywhoo, last night I think, “Treadmill. Can’t be that difficult. Right?” Step on and push start and walk right?
Evidently, there is much more to it, like uhm, balance and speed and not getting shot off the machine into the guys standing behind me. I only did a mile and I clung to the rails the whole time. People were kind enough not to stare or laugh, but I could feel eyes on me and like any neurotic paranoid person I filled in their thoughts in my own mind. The best part came when I tried to stop and foolishly rather than walk to a stop – I tried to step on the rest along the side, but obviously the treadmill is still going for the left foot and I crashed into the front of the machine with my elbow and chest. Then, because I was embarrassed I tried to hurry away, but the floor wasn’t moving so I did a sort of drunken sway to the stairs and leaned against the wall to balance my equilibrium until I could get to the locker room where I sat and laughed.
Evidently, it’s going to take some getting used to. Treadmills are not my style, but unfortunately, by necessity they may just become my best friend. Assuming that I can figure out how to use one properly.
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