Spring break. Jay didn't have it off but he had to go to Colorado Springs for a conference. So he gave me and Josie a ride to Wheat Ridge, where he dropped us off at Margy's house and then he went to CC.
It's not like he doesn't like to hang out with Margy and her boys, it's just that he had already spent several days with them the week before. See, the NCAA tourny is going on and Jay had to go to the games and some of them were being played in Denver, where Jay had a meeting with a conference commissioner and one of his grand players was playing in that round.
A grand player is the son of a former player. I can't believe we're old enough to have grandplayers, but hey, our own son played for Jay five years ago, so why can't some of our former players have kids old enough to play?
When Jay first started, some of his players were older than I was. Decades later, I am now older than many of his players parents. Time flies and speaking of having fun, Jay had tickets to the NCAA games so he called Marg and invited her hubby and her youngest son, who happens to be a sports maniac and they all went to the games. They had really good seats. Long story short, when Andy came home that night, he told his Mom it was maybe the best day of his life.
I bring all this up just so you don't feel too bad for Jay that he had to work during his spring break. Right now, he's down in San Antonio, "working" his ass off. Basketball coach, movie star, pro golfer; somebody's gotta do those jobs.
But I was on vacation. Although, I too wound up "working" a little. I had a piece of needlepoint I had done for Margy and we needed to find fabric to finish it with. I also painted a picture that she had asked me to do a few years back and I hadn't gotten around to it. It was huge and really fun.
We don't do a lot of touristy things any more when we go there, we've done most of them already. But we hiked up a mountain, went for some long walks and visited the botanical gardens, which we hadn't done before. It was all very low key and fun and relaxing.
Hiking up the mountain made me and Josie sweat, as we are not at all acclimated to the....exercise. I was gonna say elevation but I decided to be honest instead. Going down is actually harder on me than going up, because it makes my knees ache. Also, you can get going too fast and loose control and you know what it's like when you fall while running down hill. I said as much to Josie.
"Yeah," she said "But that moment when you loose control and before you hit the ground is AWESOME."
This from a girl who thinks she doesn't like skiing.
I read two books while I was there; Nora Ephron's I Feel Bad About My Neck, and The Historian by I Forget.
Neither were as enjoyable as listening to The Deathly Hallows on cd on the ride back home. Josie was so into it that she only wanted to eat at places that had drive through so she wouldn't have to get out of the car.
A few nights ago I had a dream that began with this voice over;
"I don't have a lot of friends. There are only five names under that heading in my address book and two of them want to kill me."
I really wish I knew what comes next but that's when I woke up.
