Monday (Krissie)

I was born in Philadelphia. And I don’t like like Trump-loving, football-deflating quarterbacks no matter how pretty they are. So hurray for the Super Bowl!

Richie and I watch it every year, mostly for the ads. We aren’t sports people (except for the Winter Olympics) though I have a fondness for basketball when the players have long hair (ah, Pistol Pete!), but we get sucked into the super bowl game every year, despite our determination to only watch the ads. I was expecting the Patriots to clobber the Eagles in the last minute. Ha ha ha.

But seventeen years ago my son ran headlong into a truck while riding too fast on a snowmobile. He was thirteen, and he flew twenty feet in the air, it knocked his helmet off, dislocated one hip and gave him a compound fracture of the other leg. He could have died so easily, and I’ll never forget sitting in the waiting area at the emergency room and numbly watching the Patriots win.

But after all that, and what felt worse in the intervening years, he’s good. He’s strong, he’s handling things. He made it. I don’t understand why some do and some don’t, and I expect I’m not supposed to understand it. But hurray for Tim and hurray for the Eagles and hurray to me who survived it all.

Anyone else hate football but watch the game anyway? I even looked up how to make potato skins (last year was the first time I did chicken wings).
Do you notice something missing from all this? Friends. We’re not that interested in drinking (though we have nothing against it) and sports don’t particularly matter, and we live in a very small town where we’ve always been out of the mainstream. So we have our little super bowl party alone and enjoy ourselves tremendously.

Friends are a difficult issue once you’re past fifty. Everyone’s already got their own circle, and changing isn’t easy. I have very mixed feelings about the whole thing – on the one hand, I enjoy people, I find them interesting. I love to talk with them, hear what’s going on, share things with them. But on the other, I need vast quantities of time alone. I was going to say I always did, even before I became a writer, but I kind of always was a writer. I need time to live in my head, with my stories.

I don’t worry about it any longer. I’m a little off-beat – a little colorful, a little different, a little over the top, and some people aren’t comfortable around me. (I do figure it’s a grave moral defect on their part but I forgive them – not enough people embrace their own fabulousness in this world and they’re uneasy around people who do).

So fuck ’em. I want you all to go out and embrace your fabulousness. The world needs it. We’ve had two impossibly shitty years – it’s time to make this year amazing, despite the evils in Washington. Do something fabulous! Wear something outrageous, put on bright red lipstick, a dashing scarf, and a smile and go out and greet the world. If the world won’t be fabulous we need to go out and make it so.

Live, my children!

3 thoughts on “Monday (Krissie)

  1. JenniferNennifer says:

    I always feel out of step in the friends department myself. I have a few very close friends, and current work friends, and a few never-going-to-see-them- again Christmas card only friends. I think it’s hard to make new friends, unless you share an interest that includes socializing (square dancing as opposed to writing, for example). I had work friends I thought I would keep having in my life, but after a year or so pffffft! I guess I am just grateful for the dear friends I do have, and not worry about it.

    Embracing fabulousness is always good. I bought some blusher that I am actually using which actually looks good on me. This s a big change for me and is really brightening up my winter pale attitude. I swear people are talking to me more in the grocery store!

  2. Sharon S says:

    I don’t like sports. So I watched a few movies yesterday. I am 65+ and I have to say I have been very lucky to have a large amount of friends. I’ve been married 2x both complete opposites of each other, one indifferent, one controlling and abusive. I have been divorced for 10 years…the BEST 10 years of my life. I have a wonderful group of friends who live in my gated community. I didn’t meet them there, I have known most of them for years. We get together every Wednesday for “Game Night” where we play Mexican Train (dominoes) and have a wonderful time. I am so lucky. I also have 2 Pomeranians, Mattie Ann and Sophie Jo and a 20 lb cat, Buddy. And like you, Krissie, I embrace my fabulousness Every Day! Good for us, I say!

  3. Diane says:

    I’ve tried very hard to make new friends as I get into my fifties, since all of my old friends live far away. And it’s been very hard to do. I don’t know of it’s me, or just as you say, hard to get new friends when everyone has long term friendships and is very busy. I’ve learned to be more at home being by myself. And now and again, I see a new friend here in town. And a couple times a year travel and see old friends, people I’ve known since I was a teenager. They always feel like the most real people, even though I really like the new friends. But there’s something about friends you’ve known for decades. Known before kids and jobs and lives got crazy.

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