“Okay, butterfly woman, let’s go.”
“Just a second – I’m holding a box of dogs.”
I made it home to Houston on Saturday afternoon, and delighted in my new home Saturday night and all yesterday.
I haven’t even unpacked everything, and I still love it… I even stayed up until two AM last night unpacking boxes, because I was so happy about where I now lived that I wanted to get things set up as soon as possible.
Tonight, I am back to an odd sleeping situation, sharing a sort of shack-like room – an average-sized room that stands alone in someone’s backyard – with my aunt, a family girlfriend, and a box of puppies, all in what feels like the middle of nowhere (aka Oklahoma).
(No offense to Oklahoma here – it just feels like the middle of nowhere to me, quite similarly to how I say that the college I attended is ‘in the middle of nowhere north Texas, almost to Oklahoma’.)
What a January if absurdities and adventures, eh?
P.S. I saw a super Texas Chevy truck yesterday, while out riding my bicycle (looking for Target, and taking about an hour to go the estimated 16 minutes that Google Maps thought it would take me), that had a vanity license plate with “NHL EH” on it, and then two hockey stickers on the back window. ❤
I had forgotten until recently that I used to play street hockey with one of my brothers. We just would rollerblade together and pass the ball or puck to each other, or practice rollerblading with the sticks as fast as we could and then with the sticks and ball/puck. It was fun. And, you see, I remembered this, because I was trying to figure out how I had been so good at floor hockey in gym class in ninth grade, even though I had never done it in school before then. And I thought of that memory, because I saw at the YMCA the other girl in that freshman gym/health class who was really good at floor hockey (and definitely more intense about it than anyone else), which had been our first sport of the school year. Her name is Kristina. It was really good having someone else in that class who enjoyed sports for the sport of them, and who was naturally good at most sports, and who didn’t get an attitude about any of it. We didn’t really become friends outside of that class, but she’s always held a little sweet space in my heart and memory because of our initial floor hockey awesomeness bond. 😛
Tonight, we watched hockey. It was grand. It was terribly cold. We danced around for a while to warm up, and then chatted while we watched the scrimmage. We cheered on a Canadian. (He’s my friend’s husband.) I kept wanting to holler out cheers for the Ducks. I guess that’s because it’s the only team I know anymore. 😛 Thank you, Japan, for that piece of knowledge. You see, a California-Canadian friend I met in Japan loves the Ducks and always talks about them when it’s hockey season. I looked them up to verify that they were actually the Ducks, because the bar that same friend frequented was called The Duck, and I was worried that I might have somehow mixed the two. But I was correct. The Anaheim Ducks are a real hockey team, and they’re based in California. Fun fact about them: Apparently The Walt Disney Company founded them, just after having made the “Mighty Ducks” film, and it originally called the actual team the Mighty Ducks of Anaheim. Cool, huh?
Anyway, hockey was fun tonight. I really enjoyed the frigid adventure (especially since the weather has been heating up so much this week!).