Crossing paths…

My mother has been dead for 1 year, 7 months and 21 days… or so.

I have been home in the city very little of that time, as my friends, life, support and Dad are not there.  I go where the love is.  To ensure I was justified in where I’ve spent my time I have also brought a few co-workers into my team for work that are near Dad and have made myself Dad’s house/dog sitter during his adventures.  He could easily close up the house, were I not in it, but I am.

So, seeing as I’m around my hometown in high frequency I cannot believe the total lack of mom’s friends that I cross paths with.  Hundreds of people at her funeral that I could run into around town every day… but don’t.  I have seen virtually none of our family friends and acquaintances while out and about in town since her passing.

For all of my thoughts of this being just a little town I am beginning to appreciate it’s girth a little more.  One look at their community education book will tell you that there is STUFF going on in this town.  The thing is like 100 pages long and offers everything from Yoga to classes on how to apply for grants for equipment for disabled athletes.

So… my question is this… if this town is so big, why does it seem like there is nothing to do here other than eat out, go to the bar and hang out at home?  I’m wondering if maybe I’m missing something. Am I not looking?  Maybe I am the one to blame…

While I ponder this quandary I’ll appreciate that Facebook is there to keep me in touch since it appears that you can’t count on seeing someone you know out on the town unless you were hoping to avoid them.

Says me.