Bear and I were fortunate to have his parents lend us their car for a trip out to Denver tonight. We had a great time gathering with Red’s community last week and wanted to go again this week.
So, we took the car and headed on our way.
We stopped and grabbed coffee, since that’s one of the privileges of having a car. You can’t just lean over to the bus driver and ask for him to pull up to the coffee shop and wait while you run in and grab a much-needed something or other! Oh, p.s. I never drink coffee, but since I’m currently on the Whole30 cleanse, I got a latte with unsweetened almond milk. It was pretty decent.
We consider grabbing coffee a bit of a blessing. Not only did we have a car for today, but we had some spare change to buy it! Ha! Another nice aspect of having a vehicle is that you don’t have to pack extra clothing in case you need it for warmth. Its definitely nice. It kind of makes me want to have a car again. Mostly for convenience.
There are all of these things that are closer to Denver that Bear and I would like to be able to consider investing time in, and though these things themselves seem worth the time, the super long, round-trip commute there and back seems to take away the joy we have for going in the first place.
We don’t want to be hermits in our late 20’s and early 30’s, but – simply put – we are. We need to get out more. (This is something we recently decided.)
Oh, wait, this is a funny (and sad) story.
There is this really sweet girl at the salon that I work with. Looking back on the past few months she has asked me to do a couple of different things with her, and I didn’t realize until a comment she made recently how completely boring and maybe unfriendly I have seemed to her.
We were talking about our plans for New Years Eve. She had told me about this party that her and her husband were planning to attend. She’d dress up and wear this cute, little outfit. I imagined they’d have a romantic night on the town and start the New Year with a kiss. It’s the way most people my age celebrate events. Well, I got to mentioning how Bear and I were invited to a New Year’s Eve party by this great community of love and support we have found in Arvada. I talked up how much we just adore these people and love when we can all get together but that we probably wouldn’t go because of the bus schedule. Therefore, we’d probably stay in and be home-bodies. That was when she (very politely) said,
“But, even if you guys had a car do you think you would do anything?”
HA. This is when it hit me that she has asked me to get together multiple times, and I have not realized that she was actually asking me to get together. I always took it as one of those nice invitations that you just say to the new person at work so they feel included, but then I started thinking about a couple times that she actually asked just me and my hubby over to watch The Walking Dead.
Needless to say, I felt terrible, but I couldn’t help but laugh at how boring I must come across to 90+% of people my age.
So, Dear Co-worker, if you ever read this post (and I think you will know who you are), I want to apologize for being completely anti-social to you and for coming across as unfriendly. I look at you and your hubby and find your exciting lives so desirable, and I also find it a bit intimidating because that’s not who I am. If I came across as rejecting of you and all of your sweet invitations, I am certainly sorry.
You must know I am a home-body. I live the life of a retired person most days – doing little crafts on my dining room table, reading long pieces of non-fiction and doing puzzles with my husband when we need a pick-me-up. This is me, plain and simple. But, maybe some day my hermitness can find it’s way out of the shell, and we will find ourselves sitting on your couch watching The Walking Dead. And it would certainly have to happen at your house because – confession – our TV is positioned conveniently in front of our bed. Not that we have cable or anything to watch TV, but we have it there for a movie now and then. Ha!
Anyway, that was that.
If you want to read about any more of my rants, check out my Whole30 page. It is kicking my butt. I find myself saying ridiculous things to my husband, like, “I’m so hungry for food food. And by that I mean processed food with sugar in it.”