Caught between

The other night I met Cheezy and Hot Wheelz for a movie night out.  Brad Pitt was there, too.  On the screen that is.  My two escorts were chatting, so I took the opportunity to say to the cashier, “I’m really hot.”  I smiled and gazed on either side of me.  “I’m here with two good looking guys!”  She smiled.  Natalia did me proud.  She’d definitely turned me into a rose between two thorns.  My sons rolled their eyes simultaneously.

When I sat as a fan at Hot Wheelz’ baseball game, he hit a double :-)  between two strikeouts :-( .

When my two sons, polished sushi eaters, took out the amateur (me) out to a Japanese restaurant, I was the fork between two chopsticks.  I really tried to eat with the sticks, but they broke in two unevenly, and then I got this terrible cramp in my thumb.  I never complained.  My sons’ dipping bowls of full of soy sauce and wasabi were clear; my bowl contained particles.  How do you ever balance rice on a stick?  I snuck a finger or two into the equation to support the sushi rolls, but I guess I wasn’t too sneaky.  Brown telltale sauce dripped from my elbow.

Afterwards I drove back to my sister’s where I have been staying.  I’m directionally challenged, but I know men hate women to ask for directions, so my sister taught me the trick.  You’re in a valley between two mountain ranges, big mountains on the east, little mountains on the west.  This is the opposite of everything I’ve learned about the United States — little states in the east, big states in the west.  “What about the ones up there?” I had pointed in the northern direction we were traveling.

“Those are hills,” she said. 

“They look really big to me,” I laughed.

Now I’m about to head home alone, a heavily bundled Californian between two white and cold Utah mountain ranges (first snowfall of the season) where I am happy to return to being a grandma between two grandsons and a granddaughter.

Guess I’m destined to always be in the middle of something.  Not a bad thing when you consider the alternative.

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2 Comments on Caught between

  1. Grandma Kc says:

    Did you forget your GPS — again??!!! Glad you are having some good times while you’re there.

  2. Pat S. says:

    Don’t feel bad. Like you the only thing I’ve ever not been in the middle is my birth. First, that is and you’re first in my book with a lot of things.

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