10 Minutes

Ok I/we already know that you can give me a wall, a shoestring, a houseplant or a fleeting thought or emotion to pontificate on and I can be off and running for hours. What I need to start working on is conciseness, or at least, limitations of some kind, of many kinds. This week's theme is going to be writing for ten minutes only. Ten minutes. No more, no less. Good god it's already been one minute. Time only goes by this fast when I'm on my 15 minute break at work.

So I'll put today in a nutshell.

Ray and I went to Sunsplash today, a leftover dream of last summer when we ran out of days before we ran out of ideas. This year though I grabbed some discounted tickets from work to ensure that it would happen - good thing too or else it wouldn't have, since we sure didn't feel like going this weekend but every other weekend is booked up til the point they close on Sept 1.

But it was well worth the mild feet-dragging sensation we encountered come Thursday down in Tucson, to get our rears up here, hang out with the 'rents in their lovely house - albeit in separate rooms, even though we live together.... - and enjoy a nice day/date together.

It was a crash course in how things change as you get older though. Man one slide and a couple dips in the wave pool (inwardly groaning when the waves started) and I was ready to be on a lounger reading a book. HOW LAME am I?! Well, at least I've been resurrecting the ol' Christopher Pike books (anyone else a fan?), you know, the ones I've owned since 4th grade, and have been devouring them, so at least there is still some semblance of a youthful spark inside my vapid adult body.

Boring inclinations aside, I did force myself to go check out every single slide and attraction that I wasn't too tall for (grass is always greener isn't it?), sometimes several times, and even squealed and giggled on some of em for fun. We left after a couple hours to get out of the blazing sun, as even the biggest pool was warmer than a comfortable bath and wasn't doing much to prevent heatstroke, so we escaped the $9 gray-meat cheeseburgers to seek out air conditioning and affordable lunchtime grub. We settled on Fazoli's, a little blast to the past as I don't know that I've even been there since high school, gawked and grumbled at the fact that even there it's now $8+ a plate, stuffed ourselves silly with breadsticks (think around 15 and you're getting close), checked out the Birdhouse store that we saw just because that's how we roll and were very entertained by the parrots in the brief time we were in there, swung by Bookman's to get said book that we were wishing for earlier - yes I found a Christopher Pike for $2 bucks to keep the hidden kid in me happy - but ended up not even reading them because we ended up having so much fun on the different slides.

All in all, it was a great day with great company and I'll be damned ten minutes isn't enough time to write squat. Good to know and I'll have to keep that in mind for next time.

Over and out.

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