This was an amazing long weekend for friends. Thursday one friend agreed to select Bel Inizio as her Reason2Race and started getting set up to do the Jailbreak Race in October. On Saturday I hung out with four very cool women and we celebrated a recent wedding with massages, wine, and lots of laughter. Late afternoon another friend made it possible for me to get the best salmon I have ever, ever eaten. 14 lbs of it. That night two neighbors came over and helped me jump start my car and actually keep it running.
Sunday I had a great run with my two loyal mutts waiting at home, helped stuff packets and met some interesting people and supported one of the biggest supporters of Bel Inizio. The night ended with a delicious Fathers Day dinner and yet another friend hanging out with us.
In the middle of that had two great and long phone calls and even got a cool card in the mail.
But here is the weird thing. Last Monday night I sent a text asking someone for help. I needed the help on Sunday, almost a week away. It was help I really needed. I never got an answer. Not ever. Not when we saw each other once during the week. Not even when we emailed twice. Just never acknowledged. Just ignored. Not forgotten, just ignored. And it is really bugging me.
I won't do anything about it, I won't bring it up, and even when I think about all the love I gave and received all long weekend long it still really bugs me.
It is like having 5 pounds of ugly fat you can't lose. Or really hate but are unwilling to lose. (Somehow there is an analogy in there).
But now that I have put this out into the universe for everyone to see, and I realize how petty I am, I am going to let it go ...now...in a minute...at least by morning....