Thursday afternoon I walked over to my local rep cinema and watched a Japanese movie called Departures. I’d recommend this one – a light-hearted take on the funeral industry. Kind of.
Friday I drove down to the beach, went for a long walk along the boardwalk, and read my sci-fi novel in the shade. In the evening, I met three friends for a beer and then went on to an outdoors symphony concert down by the lake. I felt fairly confident at the ‘beer drinking’ part, even though I don’t know two of the women that well.
Saturday I went for Tibetan brunch with a friend. We sat out on a patio and ate eggs, flat-bread, curried chick peas and potato and drank cups of sweet spicy chai. Yum. In the evening I was invited for dinner at my ex-husband’s. Another good meal.
Sunday I went to the socially anxious picnic. Very hot and humid, but there was a breeze. I feel almost comfortable with this group – about as comfortable as I’m going to get at the moment. There are some there who will talk a lot, others who will not say a word unless you ask them questions. I did a bit of question-asking, but mostly talked to the talkative people. When I got home I realized that I should have made more of an effort with the really quiet people – it’s so easy to overlook people who make you work hard to talk with them. I used to be like that myself, so I know they don’t do it on purpose.
And besides all that, I have sent my resume in response to two ads.
Phew. I am an active participant in life. Or something.
Art: A Creative Journey with Karen Winters, Picnic under the Oaks