It's been so nice to have been in the midst of some ingratiating placidity these days. I feel so undeserving of these momentary snippets of bliss. Just the other day, I was thinking how nice it was to be in a routine: I wake up an hour later than I have been due to school being out; work is not the "killjoy" obligation that it sometimes can be - I actually look forward to socializing with a handful of very cool people at work; having the option to ride the two-wheeler pretty much everyday if I wanted to, barring the infamous afternoon thunderstorms; I get to racquetball with Bruce couple times a week - it's really competitive these days per the second set of strings that I've broken due to intense play; started golfing and spending more time out in nature; seeing the number of DVDs in our Blockbuster queue dwindle down because we actually have time to see them; going to see three movies in the theatre this week was very fun; and lastly, I purchased a new-used computer for cheap...thus encouraging even more late night interludes with this inferior writing. It will indeed be nice to have a computer that is from this century at home.
Difficult I find it sometimes to put into words how this leitmotif of excitement and fun has derived as of late. But I suppose it's like going to a dining establishment and having your taste buds react in a resounding manner to the piquant dish that you hesitantly picked as opposed to the shoo-in variety. I don't mind this current state; nor do I find guilt riding in on the coattails of happiness. It's there for the taking, so marinate I will in this concoction of glad tidings.
Last week, a group of us took part in BMW's Ultimate Drive for The Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation. It was the tenth year (fourth at Tallahassee's Capital Eurocars) of this fabulous event. For me, it was the third time. Befitting as it may, me, Howard, Tony, and his friend Sam all took the day off to not only whet our driving appetites, but to also raise some money for this wonderful cause. It felt really good knowing that BMW was paying $1 to the Foundation for every mile driven. There were even behemoth-sized pink ribbons adorned on each BMW to boot (didn't seem that big the previous years). I think between the four of us, we logged about 200 miles. These people practically beg you to drive these Bimmers. You'll be hard-pressed to find anyone there who would decline an offer to drive these automobiles, which are quintessentially the perfect blend of luxury and performance. Add on the fact that there was an immense amount of food catered by Hungry Howies, Sonny's, Firehouse Subs, and some other frou frou place, it just made the entire day and experience that much better. That day, my friends, will make its way into the memory banks as a glorious and wonderful day.
There's really not much else to write about. I've been stalling all week to write this entry because I was hoping something would come along to jostle the brain, but alas, I leave you with my languid attempts at providing an ounce of amusement. But before I close, I'd like to mention the fact that today is Mother's Day. A sacrosanct day it is for many, however, for me, I have found myself falling into this silent acridity more and more each year after mom's passing. There used to be a penchant for this day, but it has become more of a subdued event. Not that mothers don't deserve a special day - it's more that I fall into the category of being trite when I say that mom's memory is steadfastly honored in my life. I can't buy her flowers; nor can I go to Things Remembered to get her a cool and nifty item that would one day be of sentimental value. Instead, I will choose to celebrate her with the only way I know how: With happy memories, lucid tears, and a prayer of hope that she didn't leave for Heaven without knowing how much I truly loved her. Happy Mother's Day Mom...
~KH
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