A Great Day and Clean Sheets

Yesterday was one of those rare days where everything works out better than expected.  It was even better because I was two steps away from giving up on someone and he almost redeemed himself.

Saturday evening when making conversation with my male friend about his plans for the evening which seemed to include me but only after taking care of a few other things, he stated: "There is not a ring on my finger."

Excuse me!  I value my own independence to feel as though I am encroaching upon someone else's.  He may have thought of it as a joke, I took it as him reminding me of my place in our relationship. 

Madder than an 'ole wet hen.  I hung up shortly after, took a shower, and cleaned the house.  Completely expecting the jack-wagon to not show up.  After all I didn't think I gave any indication that he was still welcome by my very cold goodbye. 

He showed up with a grin on his face as though the world was right as rain.  We went to my sister's house with very little conversation between us.  I then basically ignored him until I was ready to go home.  At the house, he asked why I was so quiet.  Because of his "ring on my finger" comment I decided it wouldn't matter what I had to say, so I chose to say nothing.  I got out of the car without accepting the usual hug and kiss, went to bed, and tried not to cry myself to sleep thinking that I shouldn't see him again.

I can rarely stick to something like that and after lying in bed for an hour yesterday morning debating the issue in my head,  I sent the man a text asking if he would like to do something.  He immediately called back and we decided on breakfast and then we would see after that but I should bring my guns and fishing gear.

My son and I met him at the IHOP for breakfast.  Afterwards, Austin took the car home to enjoy a parent free day, and my friend and I hit the road.

We ventured to Cabela's then down to Utah Lake for a few hours of fishing.  He caught a dozen or so White Bass to my measly two.  All released or given to the Hispanic families that were fishing near us.

Afterwards we went to McDonald's for a quick lunch and then up the canyon for a few hours of shooting.  The shooting was followed by a drive through the canyon and another where the people have ginormous houses and more money than sense.  Who needs a zillion square feet and an entire mountain side for one person?  Anyway, we found a trail and went for a hike, enjoying the wildlife and sunset. 

Neither of us brought up the night before.  We are great at avoidance.  Not entirely healthy but in a weird way it works. 

The only thing missing from the day was clean sheets.  After a day like yesterday, the best ending would have been to slip my tired, freshly showered, and sunburned body between fresh, clean sheets.  To make up for it, I changed them this morning.

I hear the sheets calling me now.

Good night!