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Entry date: 4-16-2023 - Suns Day - Letters to My Friends

Dear Friends,

Thanks to a good night’s sleep, I feel like myself again. We had a good day in Tonopah fixing the cars up. I learned how to put shocks on my car, which was something I didn’t think I would ever enjoy doing, but it wasn’t bad at all. We had a nice meal and then came home and passed out.

I’m so ready to watch the Suns and Clippers tonight. I feel like we are going to see something from the Suns we haven’t seen yet, but the Clippers are tough. It’s going to be a good series. Before I passed out last night, I watched the last six minutes of the Kings/Warriors game and that was a lot of fun to watch. I think that is going to be a heck of a series, too. In fact, I think the first round will be a lot of fun all the way around.

Playoff basketball is about the only watchable basketball anymore outside of the NCAA tournament. I mean, I do enjoy watching the Suns, but I don’t know how many full regular season games I actually watched this year. I did a lot of fast forwarding, to be sure, and even skipped a fair number of games. In the past, I would not have done that. I believe I wrote the same thing last year around this time.

This makes me think about how, in all aspects of life, we have to let things go to move forward. I’ve done this many times in the past. I’ve let people go and things and ideas and beliefs. Sometimes, letting go feels so good you want to let go of more and more things, but I don’t think this is the healthiest way of looking at it.

A switch flips, I think, in our brains (maybe our souls?) that gives us some kind of strength as we purge the things that are holding us back. That’s what it is really about, right? These things in our lives that tether us to one place and time need to be severed eventually.

It might not be that I need to sever ties with my beloved Suns, but maybe it is more that I need to realize that if I miss a game or three, the world will not stop. I will be okay. If fact, I don’t think I could sever ties with the Suns in my heart unless there was some reason I could not ethically or morally support them.

I got to that point with the Diamondbacks, as I have mentioned here and there in this blog. Diamondbacks ownership supports political whack jobs and I won’t support that economically. Sure, I do look at the box scores and listen to them on the radio or watch a little bit on TV when I have the chance, but I am not actively rooting for them anymore.

It hasn’t always felt great letting go, either. There are people I miss a lot, even though they aren’t the healthiest friendships/relationships. The heart is a tough piece of meat, that’s for sure, and it can bounce back, even if it remembers a lot more than we want it to remember.

Not sure how all that came out of being excited about the Suns playing later, but like the heart, but the brain is pretty darn interesting, too.


During the movie, Greg and Jenny laughed in all the right places and Marcy felt vindicated, and even a little bit victorious. The foursome continued to drink and laugh and after the film, Paul brought out his stash and the friends got mellow and went to their separate bedrooms.

Marcy couldn’t help but think about Jimmy winking at her. It seemed so real, but of course it was just her mind playing tricks on her. As she laid her head on the pillow, there was Jimmy, though, in her mind, winking at her again.

She and Paul had decided not to talk about the events of the previous evening. There wasn’t a point and it had been a bad idea in the first place to bet with each other over something silly like a movie. They had enjoyed a nice time with their friends and why spoil it?

After breakfast, Greg and Jenny left and Marcy and Paul began straightening up before they had to go pick up the kids. Paul was busy in the kitchen and Marcy was working in the living room. They had gone through a few bottles of wine and many beers between the four of them. There will be a nice amount of recyclables going to the bin this week, she thought.

After putting the bottles and glasses away, Marcy picked up the case for Jimmy’s Brain and walked over to the DVD player. As she reached for the power button, a familiar voice came from the box she was holding.

“Marcy, wait a sec, will ya?”

Marcy did a double take.

“Jimmy?” she whispered.

“You don’t need to speak out loud, Marcy. I can hear your thoughts just fine,” Jimmy responded.

“What’s going on? Am I dreaming?” she thought.

“You’re not dreaming, Marcy.”

(to be continued)


See you tomorrow.

Mooselookmeguntic Lake. Soon.

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