This doesn’t mean I’ll be doling out favors at my daughter’s wedding
Having not blogged since earlier Friday, let me offer a brief note of congratulations to Karl before digressing into one of my strange little recollections.
The 24 hours between Friday evening at ten and last night at ten were among the most tiring yet, but with all the confusion and weariness, some good did come of it.
Friday night a little after ten, I was sitting in a booth at a Philly area pizza shop enjoying a slice and some wings with a friend. That conversation turned a bit sour, or maybe unsettling is a better word. I’m still not sure what to think of it, but I didn’t get too much sleep Friday night, which was problematic, given what I was to do Saturday.
Saturday morning, a little past ten, I was sitting in a slightly different kind of booth in a diner in West Amwell, New Jersey. Instead of pizza and wings and a friend, I had eggs, hash browns and my parents in the booth. About two hours later we were at our destination, preparing to attend a series of baptisms, at which I became a Godfather. It went well. After being inducted into the Godfatherhood, it only made sense we should wander a few blocks from the church to a local restaurant, where thirty-some fellow attendees were enjoying some excellent Italian food, wine and cake.
I’ll admit that around the time we were beginning to gather ourselves to go back to the hosting house, I was beginning to feel the effects of my sleep deprivation from the night before. Eventually I got home, but instead of going straight to bed I turned on the Sixers game and watched some of it, right up until I conked out around ten o’clock.
During the time I was watching the game, I thought of different things. I wondered if I should call my friend from the night before to talk, but I quickly ruled against it, as I was even more tired than the last time we’d talked (and that didn’t go so well). I wondered if I would really be such a great Godfather, but I hope so. I thought those three-pointers Andre Iguodala was putting in last night were a good sign for his career development, and I thought of how my hopes for Andre were similar, in some ways, to the hopes I have for those children I was with earlier in the day. And I started to recall the little signs of promise I see in those kids every time I see them.
Then I faded. There’s something about weariness that makes things seem cloudy. I don’t always notice it when I’m tired, but afterwards, by comparison, it’s usually obvious. I’m glad my weariness hadn’t kept me from seeing my wonderful nieces and nephews get baptized, but it probably should have kept me from trying to hold a serious conversation with a friend. Or maybe it would have just delayed me saying what I meant to say. I’m not so sure. But that was the day, for better or worse.
NOTE: To the interested parties, I will be posting photos on Flickr pertaining to yesterday’s events, but I will probably wait a couple days, ‘til my broadband connection has been re-established—finally.
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