Of Shoes, and Ships...and Ceiling-Wax, perhaps

I think this is what "normal" is like. I'm at home on a Sunday evening, wrapping up conversations and updates to friends, getting ready for a week of work, and remembering what was really a very nice weekend. I didn't spend two days in front of my computer, editing weddings or schools or frantically trying to figure out where someone's order went so I can avoid their shouting at me on the phone. I didn't spend two nights watching TV reruns because I was too tired to track down live people to spend time with.

I fulfilled one of my goals for the month and participated in the Race for the Cure. I was outside, in the sunshine, doing something with other members of my community. Beautiful. Bring on the MDA bowl-a-thon, I say.

I drove to Baton Rouge and spent the evening with my sister and her friends, grilling hamburgers, drinking, discussing iPhone applications...a whole group of computer nerds, that's what we are. Don't you judge. I, Lord help me, participated in the conversations around me instead of just sitting back and listening. And I enjoyed it.

I spoke to a good friend for more than an hour, and avoided pesky international calling rates. With any luck I shall be able to decipher the thorniest of accents again by July. Small talk is so much easier on the phone than via written messages; I was sorely missing out on petty gossip.

I listened to all three games of the LSU/South Carolina baseball series. I shouted happily at the teams, the umpires, and the announcers, and have the great satisfaction of knowing that my team rocks.

I made a new friend. Note that when I say "made" I mean that we're talking online. Don't judge me for that either. I have every intention of meeting him in person one of these days. And it was nice, to be something other than Amy the photographer or Amy the old friend or Amy the sister. It's an Amy I haven't had the chance to be for quite a while now. And you know what? She rocks, too.