Maybe if I wore a red-and-white striped sweater you could have found me this weekend. It (and I) was a bit of a blur.
Saturday, I don't even remember much about what I did other than laundry, grocery shopping, and a trip to Rockville with the hubs . Oh, and I did a little shopping this weekend for a fabulous new shower curtain which will go perfectly with the French Vanilla shade I'm going to paint the master bath.
Sunday was quite another story. I was booked solid, and when I wasn't busy, I was asleep. It reminds me of the stories Pete had about his Marine Corps days. "I learned to grab sleep wherever and whenever I could get it," he tells me, "including curled up on my foot locker!"
It started out with a trip to my group at church. I was really afraid of how they would react, and I was fully prepared that it might be the last session I attended. In my head, I imagined them gasping, ooh-ing, aah-ing, and ahem-ing. I imagined their discomfort being so visible as to leave me no choice but to leave them in peace. Instead, it was anti-climactic when I finally, during my turn to share, said, "...and maybe you won't love me anymore after I say this, but I'm gay and it's just the way it is. God and I have had a talk about it and He wants me to stop beating myself up for being just who He made me to be." Silence. A few nods. And then we moved onto the next person.
I could hear myself take a deep breath. Until then I hadn't realized I was holding it. No one reacted. But at the end, when I had to leave a half hour early, they each rose and came to me, hugging me tightly and saying, "We love you. I love you. Nothing's changed."
I had tears in my eyes. "You girls are awesome," I said. When I left my heart was infinitely lighter and happier. I was smiling, and I felt a huge weight had been lifted from me.
The day was far from over, though. I went home and picked up the guys who had gotten up early and dressed appropriately for a breakfast at the country club. No, we don't belong to it, but we were going for a fund-raiser for Kids Are Heroes. A friend, who runs Wags for Hope and also runs this organization with his 10-year-old daughter MaryMargaret, had said it looked like the turnout would be light, and he had some very talented young people ready to entertain us. The trio who would be performing as the main act are local celebrities and all have quite lengthy CV's to their names. Unfortunately the link is down that provided all the names of the performers, but Brian Kim was the one whom I remember. He is an accomplished violinist who blew me away as part of the trio. He has been invited to play with several major local symphonies. Imagine what life is going to be like for these kids! They already have a great talent and are well on their way to careers in orchestras and schools around the world! And they took the time to come and play at a benefit to raise money for children at the Children's Medical Center in DC, for MP3 players that they can listen to while having scary procedures done. We were glad we could be there to contribute and enjoy some beautiful, live classical music.
After that, I promptly passed out in my bed for 45 minutes before getting up, running a brush through my hair, and heading off to school. I was meeting up with one of my groups for our project that involves designing a new college course. Three of the five of us showed up, and we got a ton of work done. We managed, in 2.5 hours, to get most of the project completed. The other two will just have to fill in where they can. They were invited (isn't this how it always is with group projects? Some do all the work and others just coast in?).
After we were done, we were packing up and were accosted by a couple of undergrads from the psych department who were conducting an experiment. We flipped a coin to see whether we were in the control group or in the experiment group. I ended up in the experiment group. I went into a room, read the instructions, picked up a pack of Crayolas and a picture to color and sat down with that for 15 minutes. I was amazed at how much I've missed selecting just the right crayon for the job and doing all the shading and filling in. My picture was of three butterflies and irises, so as you can imagine, I got colorful with it!
The questionnaire I filled out at the end was to assess my mood after spending 15 minutes coloring. It was no surprise to me that I had gone from full-bore working mode to calm and relaxed. I suppose I need to go pick up some crayons this afternoon....
When I got home, I had planned to get a few more things done around the house. After all, my weekend was running out! But I found my way back upstairs to my bed and slept through dinner. I considered changing clothes and staying in bed until this morning, but I managed to find my way to the kitchen at one point to enjoy the leftovers of the wonderful dinner my son had made. He's a gem!
Then we watched "The United States of Tara" (love that show!!!) and it was back to bed again. I feel more rested today than I have in weeks, so I suppose I needed it.
Now you know where Waldo was yesterday. Who knows? I may actually be able to pop over to your blogs today!
By the way, thanks for all the kind comments and feedback on my hair. I certainly feel 20 years younger having colored it. Growing older is mandatory; looking older is optional!
Peace - D
I leave you with a video of some of the performances from yesterday....
[Photo of the Bransa Trio, courtesy of KidsAreHeroes.com]