Oh was it ever an eventful day. Mouse and I went adventuring here in Saint Johns at Pier Park. It looked like it might rain so I dressed for cold and was stripping off my sweatshirt before noon. The park was nice and peaceful with its giant trees reaching a hundred plus feet toward the sky. Mouse almost didn't know what to do with himself and made it quite clear that he didn't appreciate walking on the fallen pine needles in one part of the park. The disc golfers were out and seemed to be enjoying themselves as well.
I'd planned to take him out longer but he seemed tired a d disinterested in drinking the water I'd brought so we headed home for a bit before I went out alone. I've been wanting to see The Help since before it was out so I checked on fandango and it was playing at 3:30 in Vancouver, WA about 6 miles away. I left just before 2:30 thinking it would take a while to get there since I'd have to take I-5 to get there. I was wrong; there was hardly any traffic at all so I decided to get coffee at Starbucks. Finding parking was a greater challenge than I was up for at the time and I almost gave up the coffee quest when I spotted a space at the park across the street.
The staff was slightly less than friendly and I managed to spill part of my drink in my cream colored shirt which was about par for the day I was having. It may have been best to just go home but I returned to my car to find myself blocked in by a traffic attendant. She apologized for being in my way and said she'd be moving shortly. I took the opportunity to ask if the movie theater had parking as I hadn't seen it when I pulled into town. She gave clear directions and informed me that the theater had validation for the garage across the street. Maybe it's validation I was seeking all along. I thought of Ellen DeGeneres' stand up and proceeded to the theater only to find that they had changed their showings and The Help was no longer featured at that theater. Determined to see something before returning home and thinking a movie would brighten my day, I examined the list of showtimes and selected One Day. This was a mistake. I sat through the movie and teared up at the end, returned to my car a d called Jerry and cried.
Today, I miss my friends. I miss making money and doing things. I actually miss working full time. I feel like meeting people here is difficult to do alone and possibly more difficult when everyone you know that lives in town is in a relationship. Today, I decided I don't want to be single forever and I need to get to know more people.
I got home quickly, fortunately driving against the rush hour traffic. Trevor & Trish were sitting on the back porch having drinks and enjoying the cooler temperature so I joined them. Robert came over a little bit later and we discussed sailing and Portland and backstories and future documentaries. It was nice to socialize.
The night ended with Trevor and I trying to coax a possum out from under the porch. It eventually disappeared but we aren't quite sure how. Despite the late night excitement, I'm very much ready for bed. It's been a long day and I'm far too emotional to stay awake any longer. Here's to sweet dreams and a brighter day that's not wrought with PMS emotional sensitivity.