All in all, it was a good day. I did have to drive out to the hideous shopping mall to go to the Big Dude's store to get some t-shirts and underwear. I hate clothes shopping (although yesterday I had a really GOOD experience doing it at a new to me place, but didn't get the t-shirts and underwear). I hate malls, although this place isn't IN the mall, but I had to go through the mall's parking lot to get to it. Spent WAY too much, but did get some new shoes which aren't exactly my size, but which I've worn all day and are pretty comfortable.
Can't wait until I'm a normal sized guy so I can shop at regular stores and get normal priced underwear.
The nephew had his girlfriend spend the night. She is nice - they are a good match. He made breakfast for all of us this morning. I love this guy so darn much. Having him back in the house is one of the best things that has ever happened. Had another long talk with my man. It actually felt like a giant step this time.
Then we headed over to the Georgetown Carnival (which used to be Georgetown Artopia, but that name is now being used for another probably way stupid event you have to pay to get into). This is probably my FAVORITE event of the year in Seattle - this and the Solstice Parade which is next weekend. Art, music, funky stuff, motorcycles, scooters, coffee, an airstream trailer park selling art and other goods, power tool races, lots of beards, tattoos, cool hats, creativity, beer, food stands, clowns, side shows, bright colors, wood, brick, cavernous buildings, comic books, artist studios and just a great time.
Walking around, thinking about a few events of recent days, I was reminded that my most recent actions were the right things to do. I felt good about conversations I've had, things I've done, changes I've made, things I've kept the same, the direction I'm moving in and even the darn shoes I bought.
There is this tendency I think humans have when things go wrong to look back and think all that came before was a mistake, that problems were all that was there before, that the hard times are nothing but the pay off for the difficulties beforehand. I don't get that. I don't feel that. I don't believe that. Psychobabble bullshit. Life is hard. Life is good. Life has conflict. Life has peace. Life has art. Life has trash. Life has love. Life has hate. To try to eliminate part of what life is, is to deny what life is - a messy, sometimes uncomfortable, wonderful, beautiful, ugly, sad, happy miracle. I've had some amazing experiences. Nothing that has happened recently negates that. I'll have more problems, more pain, and more happiness. Hopefully a lot more art.