High Ho

On our way to Awana last night, and my girl shoots me a smile. Got to love that face!

As we were driving, I asked if she had wanted me to hang out with her. It was Carnival night, end of the season celebration and since she is going to miss the awards night next week due to, yet another, school program, she hit the Carnival to sort of say goodbye. Anyway, she didn't want me to stay. I didn't feel rejected in any way, more over, relieved.

I have seemed to have developed this aversion to large crowds. Not where my family is concerned since we have enough of us to fill school bus, but the public kind. It doesn't matter if it is my Church, a grocery store, or shopping mall. The other night when we went down to The Old Mill, as soon as we drove through looking for a space to park, I felt the immediate need to leave. There were so many people, conversations, thoughts, looks, Jedi's. I get this subtle state of confusion. Usually I just push it out of my mind and focus on the task at hand. But, it is starting to make me wonder if I am going to become one of those people that don't like to leave their own home. Bound by their fear, trapped in their walls. I keep picturing myself as this lonely old woman with 12 cats, snotty tissues, magazines strewn on the floor, just waiting for the next phone call from her successful, happy daughter. Me, living vicariously through her next adventure.

It is Friday...make it great.