Another invite from Q
─ my millennial friend in the Beach area.
This time it’s for
Easter Brunch on Sunday, April 21.
Knowing my food restrictions
would be too challenging for me in the face of all the great dishes Q will surely make, I thanked him for the invite and declined.
Wouldn’t you know
he’s made my life complicated by not taking no for an answer. “I'm happy to
make something you can eat. Did you say you can eat plain vegetables and
potatoes? That's really easy to make” says he.
It’s not just the
food restrictions but how complicated it is to go anywhere now. First there’s
booking myself into a hotel, and the having to take the Instant Pot with me and
pre-made meals to heat in the pot. THEN, much as I enjoy keeping up with the
goings and doings of my Gen X and Millennial friends on Facebook, we have too
little in common ─ other than we use to work together, to make socializing in
person interesting for me.
Q’s graciousness has
me now struggling for a way to say no.
Thinking to find a
good reason to work through the complications of a road trip just to socialize,
I began looking around for what I could combine to make the trip worth the
effort. Plenty of 5Ks in that area, but none during the time period I’d be in
the area ─ evening of Friday the 19th through early morning Monday
the 22nd.
Twin 1 would be
thrilled if I joined her on Skid Row as she and her group fed the homeless
Saturday, but I’m not sure I could handle the surrounding filth and squalor.
I’m the person who won’t go to the movies because it’s dark, I don’t know
what’s crawling around on the floor, and I feel icky sitting in seats that thousands of others
have sat in.
Grandbaby, whom I’ve
thankfully not heard from since I helped her get her car out of impound, pay
tickets and get insurance, suddenly sent me a message
last night saying she loves and misses me and would like me to visit “us” at “their”
new apartment when next I’m in the area.
I suspect the
timing of hearing from her, all of a sudden, out of the blue, not wanting
anything is the Universe urging me to make the trip, attend Q’s event.
If I do, I’m not sure
I’ll pop in on Grandbaby. The “us” she speaks of is her boyfriend (white, 5
years older, Mormon background). I met him Thanksgiving, got a good vibe from
him and all, so I’m okay if she’s okay BUT their relationship has reached the
point where both are posting about being "in love”. I’m old, hardened, awake, so
the mushy gushiness makes me want to
throw up in my mouth a little.
So, all in all, I
don’t know but, until I make a decision, I’m considering what meals I can take that won’t be too much
trouble for me through that weekend, what I can have Q cook for me that won’t
be too much trouble for him, whether there is anything the GenX, Millennials
and I can find to converse about since they all still work, are raising
children and I’m retired, free of responsibilities, whether I should brave the
drive on the Los Angeles freeways to join Twin 1 in feeding the homeless, drop
by Grandbaby’s place and try not to toss my cookies at the mushy gushiness.
So much to think
about, including getting back on Monday the 22nd, in time for my
noon workout with the trainer.
Decisions, decisions.
I am so happy,
satisfied, content, grateful for the life and schedule I now have, that I get
thrown for a loop every time I get an invite to deviate from that life/schedule.
It’s nice to be
wanted, but I wish Q had taken no for an answer.
Today was my fourth
session with the personal trainer, and I have to say the Pain Cave is money
well spent.
After the initial
session caused everything to hurt, the trainer assessed where my weaknesses lie
and is working me on resistance equipment and that which will build overall
stamina and strength in my weak areas ─ knees, upper body.
My most fun activity
is when I balance on a huge tire, jump up and down.
My least fun activity
is planking. I can’t do one single plank to save my life. I’ve always known and
said I have no upper body strength, so no surprise there, but it’s hilarious
when he tells me to lay face down, assume the position, then tells me to lift
up. I lay there like a beached whale, flat on my belly, grunting away but
unable to get off the ground.
The trainer and I
have a long way to go with upper body, but his treadmill workouts have me back
to 5K competition level already. He calls it “muscle memory” ─ that I’ve recovered
so quickly after losing my stamina from all that time as a couch potato.
I understand the frustration at the thought of breaking your life's pattern. I'm not good at new and different anymore and I don't even have the food problem.
ReplyDeleteYour comment made me think about, if I didn't have to hassle with the food problem, would I be more flexible. I think I would be less inclined to say no. But it is what it is.
DeleteNext time thank your friend for the invitation and just say you can't come. No explanation necessary. (No is a complete sentence.)
ReplyDeleteWell, he didn't hear my first no so, unless I change my mind and want to change my routine, it may take a second "thanks but not this time" with Q.
DeleteI'm so glad your stamina is back. Can you eat rice? If so...you might try Chinese. I've found things like that which I can eat traveling. It makes life easier. Not healthy tho. :)
ReplyDeleteI WISH I could still eat Chinese, but no, I can no longer eat rice. Fortunately, cauliflower rice is a thing now.
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