the mundane is exhausting....

... and we've made it to Friday. And I think I'm losing my marbles, if only slightly. I spent last evening catching up with an old friend from another time and place in my life, and it was marvelous. We had just reconnected online - NOT on facebook, thankyouverymuch - and for the first time in years I got to hear her voice and the story of what she's been up to since we last spoke. (I am not on facebook, myspace, twitter, or any of that other stuff... but that's another matter altogether to be discussed at another time.) Anyway, back to my friend. We had arranged to speak that night after dinner, and as expected, she rang and we stayed on the phone for almost 3 hours recounting old times and informing one another on huge gaps of storyline between then and now. It's amazing to have these kinds of talks with people, wherein you can reminisce about things that you barely remember, and with their help, wipe more of the smudge off of the looking glass in your mind, and remember them anew. And as expected, there are good and bad memories to discuss, perhaps some incorrect recollections - that would be ME, as my memory is horrendously bad - and some that I had forgotten completely and was glad to be reminded of. Much like looking into an old album and seeing a flood of images that incite all kinds of vivid feelings, except that you get to share it with someone, which is wonderful. We also got to regale one another with lots of new stories about all that has happened in more recent times, which I also enjoy. It's strange, to try and sum up a bunch of years into a simple and clear story in so many words or less... something like 'I moved out, I grew up, I met some people, I lived with a roommate, I lived alone, I threw some parties and had some fun, I did some shows, I met a guy, we hit if off, we got married, we bought a house, we bought a dog, and now we live 3 blocks from where you will incidentally be getting married next year. Can I come to your wedding?' And by a long shot, her story was way more interesting than my own, full of wonderfully romantic and beautiful things, and some pretty heart-wrenching things as well. We've both gone thru a lot of changes, and it's fascinating to observe and recognize how time has changes us both because of it, hopefully into better, wiser people. I could have spent the night doing some laundry, dusting my living room, going and visiting my husband while he worked his second job and supporting his efforts (love you, honey!), cutting the dogs nails, or any number of other productive things. I passed up an opportunity for some lovely cocktails, to go and hold my new nephew to whom we will be godparents to soon, and to meet up with some other friends after a show for some fun gossip chat. I made a choice instead to sit and devote my night to reconnecting someone who shared in a very tumultuous time in my life, and to hear her story and relish the telling of it. I think we both cried a little, and I KNOW we both laughed a lot, and I'm pretty sure I made the right choice yesterday. And guess what? The dust is still there.

Of course, the far less important but just as entertaining fact I'd also like to share is this ... I retain my right to be a huge nerdball, and rented both discs of a show called 'Ghost Adventures' and proceeded to scare myself into oblivion while I was home alone. I was close to cardiac arrest a couple of times, I swear to God. It was horrifying. I even gasped audibly and slapped my splayed palms over my gaping maw like a friggin lame cliche. It totally sucked and was awesome all at the same time. I love being scared like that, but I am obviously damaging my subconscious because I had nightmares all night long because of it. I am absolutely watching some more of it tonight.

~Sarah