Well, almost a month. I just have NOT felt like blogging. Don’t worry, the Misadventures of Cheri continue on a daily basis. This last mental free for all my brain took on me just had to be published.
There’s this guy in Austin’s karate class – he’s in his early 20’s and he likes to snowboard. Weekend before last, there was a snowboarder killed on Mt. Hood because he was going extremely fast and crashed. Karate guy (aka: Jason) hasn’t been in class since this happened. Tonight was the last straw. I was in a panic when I didn’t see his truck at karate. I mean, out of the thousands of snowboarders that inhabit Mt. Hood every weekend at various snowboard areas, Jason HAD to be the one who died, right? Makes perfect sense to me.
I Googled “Mt. Hood death” tonight and my heart was beating out of my chest. Since it probably was Jason, I was going to have to look up the karate instructor’s e-mail and break the news to him. I could never call him; he intimidates the mud out of me. I mean, he is so accomplished what with his 5th degree black belt. I’ve only called him twice in 3 years. First, to inform him that Austin’s finger was broken (unbeknown to us) and that’s why he did semi-crummy at his blue belt test. He still got the belt, but wow . . . . Austin’s an official stud. And the second time to tell him that Austin couldn’t do karate for three weeks because of said broken finger.
Did I actually have a point here?
Anyway, as I rifled through the many entries that had nothing to do with Jason’s demise, I became sicker as the seconds passed by. How was I going to tell Austin? How was I going to tell Most Honorable and Awesome 5th Degree Black Belt and not cry like a child? Not that I’d actually talk to him, but, ya know. Haven’t we all been through enough?
Then my eyes found the article I was looking for.
My hand shook as I guided the mouse oh-so-carefully to the correct entry. I warily clicked and held my breath for what seemed like an eternity.
Apparently Jason is alive and well.