All right, I’ve got to get that ugly-ass picture of Secada off my index page, so what follows is somewhat incoherent, but threaded through with contentment I haven’t felt in a while.
I had an awesome lunch today – grilled shrimp Caesar salad, and all of it was completely fresh and tasted awesome. We were even able to have our usual work bitching session without getting upset about it – we could actually laugh a little about it today. That’s good.
My mom just called from her office and said our whole family is missing. She wanted to know if I’d seen them at all this morning and I said I saw Ginny in bed on my way out the door, but I hadn’t heard from them. She didn’t reach anyone at home or on a cell phone. I think they probably just went swimming before Jay’s game, but we’re not going home in case our house was invaded by aliens.
You’re looking for a tall bearded man, a slightly-less tall flaky blonde teenager, a small mouthy brunette teenager, and a big dork probably wearing a John Mayer shirt in a wheelchair. They’ll probably be pretty hard to find.
Heh, actually that just gave me a memory. When I was younger, whenever my whole family went shopping (or even just my mom and sisters and I) and I got separated from them, I just had to stand still for a minute and listen for the loudest racket in the store – and then I’d follow my ears and find them.
I’ve been running again. Well, running and walking, actually, but I’m working up to running. I’m hoping to run a 5K in the first weekend of October. If I can do it, it’ll be a big deal because even in my best shape, I’ve been a terrible runner. So far I’m doing okay on my extremely slow and conservative training plan. My right inner knee’s bugging me a little but not badly enough to impede my progress, so I’m training at the same pace and keeping an eye on it. It used to bug me when I played volleyball (I landed on my knees WAY too much as a vball player) and I was always able to practice and play through it. But if it gets bad I’ll stop.
I’ve kept my room clean for almost two weeks now. That’s a huge deal, ’cause I’m pretty disorganized and tend to leave clothes and books scattered all over the place.
I have a ridiculous travel schedule lined up for the next few weeks. Witness:
July 16-17: drive Ginny to attend a wedding in Richmond, stay overnight
July 24: drive to Raleigh
July 25: fly to New Hampshire, rent car, drive to Dartmouth
July 25-29: work conference thing at Dartmouth (living in dorms)
July 29: drive to Manchester, fly to Raleigh, drive back to Lynchburg
July 31-August 1: attend wedding in Lynchburg, stay overnight
August 2-6: drive to far southwest VA for band camp again.
August 7: possibly attending yet another wedding
2nd, 3rd, or 4th weekend in August: quick trip to Chicago.
God. Just typing that out makes me tired.
I’m a little anxious about flying. That’s never happened before. When I went to Rochester in January, we had a connecting flight at LaGuardia. It was really, really rough in the air that day and I’d never flown into LaGuardia before, so I didn’t know that the majority of our descent was over open water. And it was bouncy. And I got really, really sick – that level of sick where you start to wish you could puke just to get it out of your system, and then of course you can’t puke. I staggered off the plane, green as pea soup, and was in such bad shape I could barely walk to the next gate. I forced myself to sleep on the plane home, but now I’m anxious about flying again because I’m afraid I’ll get that sick. So I have been thinking I need to take something to settle me down and/or prevent the motion sickness before all these flights in the next few weeks. Any ideas?
I’d better get back to sticking Post-It Flags on reports.