What a weekend completely opposite of what I imagined. My quickly turn around to something very different.

My plans were something like a Friday afternoon workout and work on my computer then go with my west side college group. Instead people change, people are immature; I should expect as much. Then I was prepared for a good bicycle ride with a leisurely Saturday morning spent at coffee and bookstores. Instead I am on my way back from Trout Washington. That is where my second cousins live, random. But also gave my time for some friend's family who needed fire wood cut and moved. That's not me. I hate giving up my time. And I am not a huge fan of working, in the dirt, or for free. So here I sit for 1.5 with slivers, scrapes, and dirt all over. I want a shower and a nap. Not food because I was well fed, which also contradicted my plan which involve a three course meal at my apartment. Yes, random as well. And last night turned into trying to plan, hoping for food, deciding to play some poker, eat some brownies. Drive to middle-nowhere, show up late to a Bible study, hang out with my best friends who are closer than family and now I feel sick off eating peanut brownies, something like pumpkin scones all while playing group games mixed with a serious talk and a bunch of joking around. Something says that all was supposed to happen, and I am sure that is true. And I enjoy surprises. To be honest, I feel like a better friend seeing all these people I've flaked on lately. And I feel like more of a man after getting dirty and moving between three and four cords of wood, drinking 7.5 servings of Gatorade, and eating more in a day than I usually do in a week (not completely a joke).

But I cannot wait for more food and wine and maybe a movie. The bike ride is rescheduled for tomorrow, but tomorrow could turn out like the rest of this weekend. We shall see.