Friday, August 19, 2011

The Juggling Act

    Picture me, standing in a totally dark room with a dirt or wood floor, standing in a spotlight pointed down from above, dressed in a festive white clown outfit with red, blue, and yellow polka dots on it.  I am wearing a red hat with a poofy yellow tassle on the top, gigantic red shoes, and I am in full happy clown face makeup.  I am juggling three bowling pins or chainsaws or flaming Pintos or something else.  That is how I am picturing myself because I am going to be juggling this weekend.
    Let's start with the big reason: my parents are in town.  Doesn't sound so bad, does it?  It is not, except that my parents are divorced and they are very rarely in town at the same time.  Let me offer a little back story.  I live in an area where there are a lot of tourists; where people come to spend weekends or weeks in the summer at resorts and cottages on lakes.  My parents are divorced, and my Mom is dating someone who has a cabin on one side of town, and my Dad has friends who have a cabin on the other side of town that they allow him to use.  Sounds good.  They come up a couple of times a summer each, but it just doesn't happen on the same weekend.
I am going to be going all these directions at once.
      Now I know that I should stop complaining, because I am always bitching about how my parents don't come to visit me enough, and now they are here and I am complaining.  But I live like 250 miles from my parents' and so I want to have enough time to spend with both of them.  But we can't do it at the same time because as a general rule they don't get together and hang out.  They are cordial when they are together, but they don't do it just for shits and giggles.  So I am going to have to find equal time for both of them, sort of like they are political parties and I am a television or radio station.
      Let's complicate things a little bit.  My Baby Doll also wants us to go see her friend who is in the hospital.  This is no big deal, and I really don't mind.  The only problem is that the hospital is like 90 miles away.  So figure in the three hours worth of driving (round trip), plus an hour or two of visiting, plus a little shopping and/or some dinner, and there goes a half a day.  So three people in the course of the weekend.  Like I said, I feel like I am juggling.
      But that is life.  We will get all three done and I will be able to see everyone that I want to see.  That is just how things go sometimes.  Besides, there are worst ways to spend the weekend than visiting with friends and family.  It will just be busy, with a lot of running around.  No big deal.  Just so long as one of those flaming Pintos doesn't drop.

1 comment:

KingBobb said...

I know Pinto, I'll bet his wife won't be that shocked to learn that he's flaming.

Let me know if you do barmitzvahs