Up in the air

Last Saturday I went to the St. Paddy’s Day Parade.  I went for two main reasons.  I went to see my friends in the Krewe of Kazoo and I went to catch some beads.  So, we find a great spot and the parade is jumping – music and floats, people yelling.  It was just what I needed.  Almost immediately after we got there my contact begin to bother me very badly.  My eye was burning and stinging.  I couldn’t even open it.  So I had to take the contact out.  In the process of trying to put it back in again the wind blew it out of my hand.  I alerted my friend and we both dropped to the ground in search of it.  Then my friend looks up and says, “Hey, isn’t that the Krewe of Kazoo going past?”  I stood up just in time to make out the backs of my friends’ pink umbrellas.  I stood there in a pair of plaid britches and a big old beer hat on my head.  My cooler was beside me and my chair was still hanging from my arm.  I felt like a fool, y’all.  I’m sure I looked like one as well.  I was so disappointed.  I really wanted to see my friends.  They are so supportive of me in my writing and acting and I go to their event and I missed them.  DARN! 

I got another contact the following Tuesday.  I enjoyed the rest of the parade.  The biggest thing is I saw was personal growth.  Had this happened a few years ago I would’ve been an emotional mess.  I guess I was still somewhat of mess this time with my nose to the ground rummaging through leaves with my plaid butt shining right there in the streets of downtown Jackson.  Let’s just say, I was a more comical mess than I would’ve been a few years earlier. 

Also, I noticed that I’ve learned that stuff happens and some times you just have to let go.  I mean,  people were walking all around.  What kind of shape would the contact been in had it been found?  Anyway, life goes on and if I would’ve continued on the search for a contact that had been stepped on by enthusiastic parade goers I would’ve missed the ladies with the large, fake, pink boobs.

Let’s talk again next week


3 thoughts on “Up in the air

  1. lol…. I am sorry to hear that. As I was reading your blog, I thought about that nonsmoking advacate commercial; the one where the people who step outside to smoke always miss out on the good moments…lol..OK, maybe I’m the only one who finds this funny, but yeah. I can definitley sympathize with you on this experience. It’s like you prepare yourself for a something to happen, and just when the moment occurs something so minute distracts you. At least you made a wonderful comeback. And I’m sure your presence at the parade was enough support shown. I know your friends could not have possibly been upset becuase of the unconditionally supportive person you are.

  2. Thank you so much for your kind words. I laughed while I wrote this. I’ve learned that it’s good to laugh at yourself. Trust me, Ilaugh often. LOL! My friends were so kind. They know my intentions were good. LOL! Good to see you earlier.

  3. You lost me, buddy. I mean, I suppose I get what youre saying. I recognize what you are saying, but you just seem to have overlooked that yo8&1u2#7;ll find some other people within the world who view this matter for what it really is and may well not agree with you. You might be turning away many of people who may have been fans of your web log.

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