Day 121; Footnotes of I Actually Left the House

   The Jeep group I belong to had an event today. They met in a nearby town, gathered in a park there and most ate take out from one of the many restaurants which where close. My son managed to get home from work early and said he would go with me. When the time arrived to go, we brought the dogs inside and headed off. As we made our way, several emergency vehicles went in the direction from which we had came. My son commented that someone was having a bad day. 

We soon arrived at the agreed upon location and began the hanging out process. It was obvious that it was prom night for the local high school as there were many dressed to the nines who were in the park taking photos around the fountain. We waited until they had left before we started down. Once the crowd began to gravitate toward the park we followed.

Staking out a spot, we set up our chairs and took our place. Soon a friend joined us. We stayed for a couple of hours which was good for both of us. My son is not a crowd person. He will get along with almost anyone, but after a while he’s had enough. But we watched people, we watched dogs, we watched people with dogs and we talked with whoever got close enough. I even discussed a new decal for Star with the lady who does that. I sent her the image of what I was describing to see what she thinks. It will be my Mother’s Day gift from my son.

  When we left the meeting, we went to a restaurant closer to home. One we could go inside and sit down. One my son had been wanting to try. We had to wait while they cleaned a table, then we took our seat. I ordered this basic burger and fries. My son ordered something a bit larger. The burger they brought me was huge. The burger and fries were really good. My ate demolished his burger in short order. He then decided to order a shake, a shake called chunky elvis. That thing was good, but so thick and so rich. Right now, after the burger and half that shake, I feel stuffed. 

I also feel exhausted. My band currently says I took 8835 steps which is 3.89 miles. Somewhere on the web, I’m supposedly signed up for at least one walk for the cause this month. Another one is some step climbing thing. So even though I didn’t get all my steps in. Even though physically I didn’t do that much. The emotional stress of trying to act half way normal and not scary for that long was difficult. But I’m getting better at getting outside the house and finding myself in group settings.

 Emotionally, I gave myself a work out. I faced people. I talked with people. I sat with people. Even though we chose to sit somewhat behind the line of people, we were still part of the gathering. There were people still around us. When you are someone who spends the majority of their time alone, to find yourself among such a large group can be a bit overwhelming. But I did it. Now I’m sleepy so I think I’ll call in the dogs and call this one done and done.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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5 Responses to Day 121; Footnotes of I Actually Left the House

  1. Cute decal! What a lovely day you have had!

  2. Thank you. It was really nice and I know I left out stuff, but my brain is swiftly closing down for the day 😉 but in a happy way. My son has paid for most of the decals on the jeep. He knows I’m doing it in the hopes of fitting in better. I need to stop that because in the grand scheme of things, fitting in doesn’t really matter.

  3. to read you Rebecca, i must have a coffee and cigarettes to follow your thoughts 😊🌹

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