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Meanderings of a Catholic Devout

Spontaneity is Refreshing

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It’s been a long weekend, full of delightful surprises in my social life.  I decided to be spontaneous on Friday evening and take a quick trip to Houston to stay with friends.  It was either that or face four days of being alone, watching sappy DVDs and the World Cup.  I had forgotten how much I love being spontaneous.

I haven’t been able to take off and enjoy myself in many years.  I have pets. . .er, a dog, that requires care or boarding.  So it’s nearly impossible to do anything after 7 pm because the boarder isn’t open.  But fate must have had my back this time, because my ex just so happened to be house sitting for his parents who live just a couple of miles from me.  And my dog trusts him.  He is the only other human that can come into my apartment (otherwise known as his territory) that he won’t attempt to eat.  Fortunately, my ex seemed a little happy that I was doing something last-minute, so he agreed to swing by and take the dog out.  Off I went at 9 pm!

Two and a half hours later, there I was—pulling up in front of my friends’ house.  Physically tired but full of mental energy.  I stayed up chatting and joking and talking until well past 4 am.  And even then, I drifted in and out of sleep.

I woke up early on Saturday in my home town to a hard rainstorm—leftovers from the outer bands of Hurricane Alex.  Sigh.  I miss Houston.  I am so enamoured by it.  People just don’t know.  They neglect the culture, the life, the variety of that place!

I had lunch with a friend at a very great Indian restaurant (Mayuri).  Then, I returned to my hosts’ house and hung out the rest of the lazy afternoon among excellent company and good conversation.  And then my friend treated me to dinner at my favorite restaurant, Niko Niko’s, for some delicious dolmathes.

I was exhausted.  I was tired, but I had to drive back to Austin for obligations on Sunday and for my dog.  I left Houston at 11:30 pm and got home around 2:30 am, including several stops to wake myself up.  Fortunately, friends chatted with me on the phone all evening to keep me awake—both coming to Houston and going back. 

I had fun.  My soul really needed this trip.  No plans—just friends and fun.


Written by Written Straw

July 6, 2010 at 11:48 am

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  1. Sometimes fate takes over and we do things we normally wouldn’t, because that is what we are supposed to at that exact moment.


    July 8, 2010 at 9:16 am

  2. Trips away and evenings out that are spur of the moment are often the best. I know that when an event is telescoping out in front of me I seem to find things to fluster about! Spontaneity pre-empts all that.


    July 12, 2010 at 10:47 pm

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