Plan B: Drive to Eugene on Friday night and stay with my In-Laws. Get up at and leave by 4:30 a.m. Also not so appealing.
We have some friends who live there and I was invited to a Friday night barbeque and to spend the night with them. Normally, I would NEVER do this. We are always invited to stay with people when we don't bring the 5th-wheel and we always decline and stay in a hotel. I hate to impose. I don't want them to feel like they have to take care of me. I don't want to be tied to anyone while I'm there. But I decided to "get busy living" and took them up on their offer.
I met several new people at the barbeque, I got to sleep on a Sleep-Number bed (which the Brown Eyed Man and I have been considering purchasing), and I ate grilled salmon. It's not like I've never eaten grilled salmon. It's just another thing I don't do.
Here is how most shoots go for me. I get there. I have a meeting. I talk to 7,000 people about various shooting-related topics. If the Brown-eyed Man isn't with me I have to explain why and where he might be (this time he was working on our Jeep). 50% of the people ask if I'm going to shoot. I haven't for a couple of years now because I'm too busy on my boards and I hate to waste the money if I'm not going to shoot well or at least put everything I have into it.
Meanwhile, all of the non-shooting ladies go shopping, to museums, wine-tasting, what-have-you. I always miss out. In the old days it was because I was shooting and now it's because I'm too busy with shoot-related stuff. In rare occasions over the last two years, I've been able to go out with the ladies and I've had a great time. It has even made me re-think the amount of shooting I want to do when I do get back to it. Don't get me wrong. I love the guys I shoot with ( most of them), but I have BALL with some of the wives of the guys I shoot with.
Once I finished my morning meetings, the ladies asked if I wanted to visit Jacksonville with them. Normally, I would have high-tailed it on home because I had a 3 1/2 hour drive ahead of me but I hadn't been to Jacksonville but once before and I decided to get busy living. We had a great time. There was a Saturday market, we went to lunch at Bella Union (love it), we shopped in funky shops, it was 97 degrees outside, and we went to a candy shop.
I tried on this great hat that I didn't buy because when I say great a really mean dorky:
It matched my Oregon shirt, but really? Who would wear this? Have I mentioned that one of the benefits of weight gain is that my boobs are bigger? I believe that would be the only advantage of weight gain.
So I lived that day. When we got back to the club, I said my good-bye's Sometimes I just sneak out because there are too many people to say good-bye too. Good heavens that sounds bad. I love them all, but I gots ta go!
Driving home, I'm thinking I'll be there by 8 p.m. or so. Not bad. Still have two days left in the weekend. WRONG! I forgot that Brown Eyed Man was at his folks place working on Jeepy. I hope hope hoped that he would call me and say "We're all done! No need to stop by. Meet you at home!" But no, they weren't done. I stopped there at 7 and we didn't leave until 9:30 p.m. Jeepy wasn't fixed yet and my In-Laws offered to drive her back to our place the next day. I love them.
Again, I lived my life. They won't be around forever. I should visit them and my parents as often as I can because we won't get this time back.
The rest of the weekend was filled with naps on the sofa with Clover, french toast, a hike at Silver Falls with Berniece, brownies made by the Girl, a walk down by the river, and scratching the skin off my legs because my little trip up the hill with the boys last weekend resulted in a vicious case of poison oak. Living it up!
J
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