My step-son and his girlfriend arrived a bit later than they expected, but otherwise safe and sound. My husband got them checked in and we discovered he had gotten them the room directly across from ours. How convenient. How cute.
My fibromyalgia has been acting up a bit more today. Aches and a headache that’s been trying to start. I’ve taken all the medication I can and still stay awake. That’s the problem with the meds you take for this. Most of them have drowsiness as a side effect – and when you take more than one, you are adding drowsy to drowsy to drowsy . . . and so on.
I was able to manage the fibromyalgia well enough to get through dinner. We took the “kids” (they’re 21 & 23) to Red Robin for dinner. They had never been to one before but seemed to enjoy it. We were all obviously hungry because all the conversation that had been occurring before the food arrived stopped abruptly as we chowed down. On the way to the arena, we showed them where the scrapbook store I love is located. She’s big on scrapping too. I should send her some of my things since I don’t do it as much any more.
The AHL hockey game between the Hershey Bears and the Manitoba Moose was at the Giant Center in Hershey, PA. We’ve been to Hershey for hockey about 7 times in 8 years. They have a new arena now and a new NHL affiliate too. But some things have not changed! Gratefully!!
The first time we came to Hershey, we were impressed by the friendliness and politeness of the fans and even other drivers on the road. It didn’t matter if you wore the opposing team’s jersey – you got smiles and pleasant conversation. When leaving the arena, people followed common courtesy and used the one-and-one rule when two lanes had to merge into one. No selfishness, no road rage or aggressive driving. People even obey the “Yield” signs posted on the On Ramps. I didn’t know there was a place where drivers actually could read, understand and carry out that command. We have met some of the nicest folks in Hershey.
The game tonight unfortunately did not make the Hershey Bear fans very happy. The hockey was sloppy. The Bears showed no energy or drive. They made foolish passes that ended up most times on the stick of a Moose player. There were more penalties than shots on goal – or so it seemed. Most of the penalties we for scrums among the players. Roughing. And most of the penalties were matching – one for each team at the same time. It seemed the ref didn’t want to offend one team more than the other, so he found a way for both teams to get a penalty most of the time. The were too many useless, undisciplined penalties and scrums (only one good enough to really be called a fight). It really made the game drag and have no flow. For me, it got a bit tedious. That may also have been because the seats are narrow and my body is not. I really didn’t need physical discomfort when I was already having a running battle with fibromyalgia.
I also really didn’t have anyone to talk to during the game. Oh, my husband was there, but he had two distractions that trumped me. One, understandably, was the game. He really watches the game and sees everything in it. He’s a real student of the game. The other distraction was his son. Whenever his son is around, I am second fiddle. I am not complaining or whining. It’s just the way it has been since we got married. You see, when he made the choice to marry me, he made the choice to move out of the home his son lived in. So I have always given him time to share with his son – sometimes with me along, many times without me. I felt they needed and deserved that time. And while I may feel like second fiddle because the conversation usually floats around me instead of including me, that is my feeling, not my husband’s. He chose me and I know he loves me; when the day is done, he is with me – and that’s what counts.
Tomorrow we’ll be heading home after breakfast, and maybe church. I’d like to go to the cathedral over in Harrisburg since it’s Palm Sunday. It’s going to depend on how I feel, fibro wise. I’ve taken enough meds now that I should get a good night’s sleep. Time to close up shop here and get some sleep.