In one of his movies, Jackie Chan is a military agent of some kind who has forgotten who he is. He has many adventures while trying to figure out what’s going on with him and discover his true identity. I’ve been feeling a bit like this lately, but without the desert racing and self-performed stunts.
When we got the treadmill, I really had no idea how big it was going to be, or how difficult it would be to move. When I returned alone to the mall to pick it up in the van, I hadn’t considered moving the 6-foot tall, 4-foot wide, 200-300 pound box to my second floor bedroom.
Originally, I was thinking I would pick up the treadmill, stop at the bookstore, and maybe call Larry to see if he wanted to hang out a little. Instead, I ended up calling Larry to help me move the treadmill. Yeah, I feel a little guilty about that, because I’ve tried to make it a policy to leave my friends out of anything that needs moved. I hate moving things, and figure that they probably do, too.
So I called and thankfully he was available. I don’t know how we would have gotten that thing upstairs without him - it was massive.
But the whole exercise brought to light how little time I spend with friends these days, and how few friends I really have. I suspect that if any of my friend lived closer, I would possibly see more of them than I do. It’s been months since I had even talked to Larry, making it even worse calling him out of the blue to help move things.
I’ve gotten to wondering what I like to do aside from this computer stuff. What hobbies do I have? How significant are they to mention if I don’t even make time to practice them? Like, if I like to play guitar, shouldn’t I be doing it more often?
I watch House M.D. pretty regularly. Gregory House is kind of how I am, in a way. I’m certainly a curmudgeon, but with good intentions. Also, we seems to share a penchant for classic vaudeville skills. Juggling, piano, skateboard… Where are those skills part of my daily routine?
