Solar Show

I am currently visiting with a physical therapist to help me with my leg. I was diagnosed by a sports medicine doctor last fall with Iliotibial band syndrome (IT band). I stopped running then for three reasons. One, my doctor told me to. Two, it was painful to keep running- even a mile hurt. Three, I didn't need to keep running because I was ready to face every emotion I was feeling. Running helped me get over my break-up with Adam and helped me to become more assertive. I just couldn't stay away for too long! I love running too much and it's something I have always had a desire to develop. I finally got steady insurance starting this month beginning of August so I decided to take advantage of those benefits (good girl I can hear my mother saying).
Sitting in a doctor's office with no one else there except the two of you, you get to talking about many things. Almost in an act of deliberate desperation, my physical therapist brought up the fact that he needed help! He was in the doghouse because he forgot his wedding anniversary of 42 years. His wife was ticked! She didn't understand how he could forget. He asked me, what should I do? I didn't even have to think, the answer was on my lips as I opened my mouth. I asked him if he had ever read The Five Love Languages? He said he hadn't and I described them to him. I encouraged him by telling him, obviously you are doing something right to be married for 42 years, so don't feel too down on yourself! But I told him to go home with a love note written to his wife. I told him not to hold anything back, it needed to be really sappy and dripping with sweet love. He laughed and asked me what should it say? It should say I told him, Honey, I want to read this book (The Five Love Languages) with you. This book isn't for you, it is for me because I am the one who needs to learn from it, but please come on this journey with me. I want to do something with you which will make us grow together... So right now his wife is feeling rejected. She wants to feel justified in her feelings and she wants to feel loved. Maybe she needs to read this book more than him- fine. But she will learn regardless of what he says to her before they read it. He might as well except his part in forgetting their anniversary and say sorry. The quicker he accepts responsibility and says sorry and tries to make it better, the quicker they can both move on.
Within 5 minutes of our conversation (I was the on a machine getting some treatment so he wasn't neglecting me or anything) he bought the book and accepted everything I had suggested. He seemed happy there was a resolution in sight. I felt good because helping people is what I like to do! We'll see what happens with that situation. I am thinking a column like "Dear Amy" has a nice ring to it ;)

Two Fridays ago (August 17th) I was walking home from the gym. Yes, Friday and I was at the gym. Ugh, so as I was walking home, my friend Zak was outside. The perfect excuse to stop moving and take a rest! I found out he was going on a 24 hour trip down south with some friends. It was fun to catch up but I had to get going to a wedding reception (Julee's). I walked home and plopped on Adam's couch and relished the sweetness of the cushions and my butt becoming one. Good thing I realized that my friend Megs invited me to an art show and the only time I could go was, well NOW. I couldn't do it after the reception- too late in the P.M. So I got up, dressed up cute (because we all know cute clothes and art was the only thing getting me off of that couch... chocolate ice cream wasn't available...) and met Megs. I love living downtown because I can walk anywhere! We walked to the art gallery and we found out the girl showing her work was not only a super incredible artist, but this was her first solo showing. Megs bought a print and I am in the process of hopefully buying one. I say that because the print I want hasn't been made yet. The painting was bought that night but it hasn't been decided if a print will be made... But it was the best piece there and I usually get what I want so I think based on those two facts, I will buy a print. Here's an interview and some of her work if you are interested:

http://www.cityweekly.net/utah/blog-70-6110-emily-hart-wood.html

Back to Zak. Did you think that was a meaningless detail? Not at all. So fast foward. Art show a success with Megs. Walk back home. Drive to Julee's beautiful reception. See Julee happy. I see Julee happy. I am happy. I see food. I eat food. I am happier. I am nicer to Adam. Go to bed. Saturday morning breakfast with Adam. City Creek. Airport to see Hannah. She goes to Africa to help orphans. She almost cries. I am happy and scared for her. Drive back home. Babysit for some extra $. The kids love me. Get back in time time to kiss Adam and say goodbye again.
Now we are to the point of this story.
As I was getting in my car to go see my friend Jess who was in town (I haven't seen her since NC 2009) I see Zak and friends unloading his car down the street. I pull up and honk my horn and scare them. I love scaring people. Is that mean? If it's wrong, I don't want to be right. Zak tells me to stop driving and pull over, he wants to tell me something. I pull over. He comes over and tells me he had a dream about me last night. Remember- Zak doesn't know anything about my stroll to the art gallery. Zak tells me in the dream I has my first solo art opening and it went very well- I was super successful. But right after that, I died...

But how cool would that be? Dying doing something I love... Adam doesn't want me to die and made me promise when I have my first solo art show that I won't die. I promised him. Ok, ok. I will just have to die doing something else WAY cooler. Like climbing an Egyptian pyramid or something (insert clever but cool way to die here). I guess I don't really care too much about dying. I'm too busy living.

Amy xoxo