I'm bouncing back, it seems, from a trough. This trough was so bad I was almost paying attention to remarks I saw around online about Mercury being in retrograde until June 7. That's it, I thought. It's that damn Mercury.
Which, I don't know, maybe there's truth in that. Any astrologically inclined readers? I'm yours to persuade. But Mercury or not, the fact of the matter is that my mojo was grievously injured by a rough weekend with my family-of-origin. I'm seriously considering starting a password-only blog just to vent about stuff that's too private for the general internet but amenable to that special dynamic of blogs that gets me to sit down and actually write about stuff. Which is good for me, at least, and maybe sometimes entertaining for visitors here, too.
Anyway, on the drive up to the weekend, I felt alive and strong. My radio-sing-along version of Bohemian Rhapsody was virtuosic. I thought there was nothing I could not handle. But once I was back home, I sank into a proper funk.
This past weekend, though, was an excellent dispeller-of-funks. On Saturday morning, I went to softball practice, then to coffee. I flyered for a queer event (hi thisfrozenlake!) and when I got home, FG and I decided to stay in and--what was it Jess used to call it? Oh yeah, we reconnected and had some nice bonding time. ('Cuz you know, hugs are the best cure for stress, of course.) And eventually we got really hungry and we went out for ice cream and got burrito-makings for a late dinner. The next day, I had a softball game. We were slaughtered, as usual. But! FG was there, cheering us on, and I caught a fly ball for the very first time. There was more lazing about, some chores, and the weekend was capped off by FG making a brilliant blueberry coffee cake.
As I ate it, I felt so glad just to be alive, with this woman beside me. I realized that I'm hardly reading fiction this days, just because my own life is interesting enough. And maybe I've had enough of the days when my motto was "People say life is the thing, but I prefer reading." [Logan Pearsall Smith] Life is the thing, especially when the mojo is finally back.