watching people fight
First time in a long time it feels like I’ve sat down to write.
Do I have anything to write about. Yes. Can I write about it… not sure. Let’s find out.
Made myself a coffee. Good? Sitting at the island in the kitchen. The cat sits next to me. Good. Stuff and things and things and stuff. I don’t really know where to start.
Yesterday was fun. In the morning I was moody and sad but I was able to build up the courage to work out. That made me feel better.
In the evening a guy I played basketball with in high school, perhaps a burgeoning friend, fought in an amateur MMA fight hosted at a casino in town. I went with my friend early to the event to make sure we got tickets and good seats.
Since we were early we played blackjack and we won $43.50. The ticket’s for the fight were $60 so we got a 72.5% discount on the tickets. Pretty exciting.
The fights were crazy. I had never seen a MMA fight or any fight really live. I’ve seen a few UFC fights on tv but live is a different experience. It was awesome.
The only thing I felt bad about (but also not really that bad) was a fight between a 26 year old and an 18 year old. You could see the muscle definition difference and the 26 year old punched the 18 year old in the face and knocked him out on the ground. He got up but man; I don’t know if that fight should have happened.
The other fights were more even, well at least more ethical.
Fights started around 6pm but we got tired and left around 8:30pm. We went to my friends home and watched the rest of the fight through a pay per view link the event had. Our friend was the main event and it was a really good fight. He won in two rounds. Go him, it was sick.
On Wednesday I went and picked up the urn for my grandma’s ashes. My uncle made the urn, his son stained it. By uncle I mean my mom’s cousin’s husband. I really like him and he’s a talented artists/jeweller/metalworker. So is his son.
When I picked up the urn they invited me in for dinner. Dinner was good. It was just the two of them and their three dogs. The dogs are very cute. I enjoyed petting them. I had never been to their house before. I really like how it’s decorated.
I really like my mom’s cousin and her husband. I got there around 6:30pm and didn’t leave until 10pm. The conversation was great.
The days this week have been tough. I’ve found them hard to get out of bed. The evenings have been better but yeah. Thursday was tough. I don’t like days were I can’t get out of bed or out of the house… they make me not very hopeful about life. I wonder were it stems from… maybe… I don’t want to think about it too much right now.
A friend invited me to play squash at 1pm. My Nonno asked me to come by and help him organize some home videos to show to his sister.-in-law. I’m trying to decided if I’ll do that before or after squash. Right now I’m leaning after.
My mom and dad went to go check on my mom’s sister-in-law’s mom I think in the hospital. She is older and frail and in a seniors home as well. EMS was called for her and my mom’s brother and sister-in-law are out of the country. I hope she is alright. Two deaths of moms in the family would not be fun timing.
Death is a strange thing. Aging is a strange thing. It’s strange in the parallels how it affects people and what it means to them. It’s strange in how it differs. I guess that’s part of life’s mysterious.
I’m looking at a vase of pink roses. Pretty but starting to wilt.