It is cold tonight. I went to a hockey game. My niece farted on me. My nephew said “Me play hockey.” Ronald McDonald (he’s real you know) was there and we got hamburger coupons, happymeal toys, and National hockey team flags. I sat with my brother and knew people thought we were a family. And we are, but not like they thought. Brother’s kids. Not my kids. In fact, Ronald McDonald, when he handed me my flag, said, “and one for mom!” HAH. All night I was wondering what people thought – like curious because I haven’t seen my niece and nephew since early September, so they’re a little shy with me, but not with their dad… my brother. So they were hanging off of him and loving life… but I had to work hard and be really patient to capture their affections. So I imagined that people were watching, thinking, “wow. That dad is sure connected with his kids. Wow. How sweet… oh but that mom, something’s wrong there. The little boy doesn’t sit with her, he seems a little scared of her at times.” And then I imagined they must have thought that maybe my brother was a single dad and we were on a date and that’s why the kids were shy with me, but not with him. “HE’S MY BROTHER!!!” I wanted to yell to clear up the obvious questions in everyone’s mind. As if. They were probably all enamored with the hockey game. Clearly their comments indicated as much. They are not necessarily repeatable. Funny, but not meant for my blog.

What were people thinking? Does it matter? I laughed inside when I wondered if my brother was conscious or had any of the same thoughts as I had. I didn’t ask, but of course he didn’t.

There is an ocean of thought behind this one little scenario. What I think. What I think other people think. What I think other people think I think. And if I’m right and why I should quit thinking and just live. And why am I up so late. Apparently I’m bothered. I under-estimated again. Expectations. If love covers a multitude of sins AND always believes the best, always hopes… what in the world does that mean and how can the two be simultaneous or are they? Or what. Oh. I have been waiting for my feet to warm up. They are warm now. Good night reader.

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Victoria said…
I love when you have a new entry when I don't expect it. I like to read you.
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