sittin’ in the breeze
If you’re here for the first time, and you’re poking around, and you find some posts formatted like this:
I ? went for a run ? yesterday?
I would like you to be aware that I do not talk like a Valley Girl circa 1985. Something happened to the formatting of some of my posts, around the time of the changeover, and I’m trying to figure it out.
My trip was really excellent … and really necessary. I felt very adventurous, driving the kids that distance on my own. I love my friend Jacquie and her family, and I love time at the beach, so it all worked out beautifully. Her husband took the boys on tube ride after tube ride. All those squeals and screams, I love it.
On the way back, we stopped in Golden, BC. I have a cousin there, who used to live in New Mexico, but now has relocated there with her husband. We don’t visit very often, but I grew up with her and we have a very dear friendship. We arrived in Golden on Thursday a.m., scheduled to visit Cousin and Hubby on Friday a.m.. I hadn’t booked a hotel, because typically we have a little cheaper hotel in Golden that we stay at, because it has a pool and waterslide that the kids love … and well, because it’s cheap. It’s never booked up. Of course, when we pull up, two gigantic tour buses are there. Japanese tourists are coming by the busload to Golden, as a midway point from Vancouver, heading to the Calgary Stampede.
Five hotels later, I’ve found nothing.
Last hotel is a nicer, newer one … with four buses parked outside, so I’m thinking there is nothing for us …. but the front desk person tells me indeed there is a room. The African Suite. I choked on the price, but realized it was that or sleep in the SUV. She apparently felt sorry for my choking, and knocked $100 off.
What a beautiful room. I’ll post pictures when I can get to it.
Think: all four of us sleeping in a super-king bed (so much fun!), the kids watching Treehouse from the Jacuzzi tub … it was a HIGHLIGHT of the holiday for them! And yes, I’ve completely spoiled them from going back to the CheapHotelWithFunWaterslide. Sigh. That’s life, you roll with it.
When I got home, I got violently ill with a fever that scared me. Doctors are puzzled, I’m still puzzled at how I got so sick. I had hallucinations from the fever (106 degrees at times) and horrible periods of complete chills. Five days of my life that I don’t really remember … in and out of bed … and a whole lot of laundry at the end due to the sweating?! Awful. Finally got an antibiotic that works, and am feeling like myself.
A couple of weeks ago, I was doing this thing. I’d put on these shoes and really cool shirts and shorts, and then I’d go outside and put one foot in front of the other and try to mobilize fairly quickly …..
Oh yeah … running.
I need to rev up my romance with running. We’ve been keeping things pretty casual these days … ran a bit in Penticton, but not as much as I’d have liked to run gawk at the beautiful real estate.
So, I’m thinking I need a commitment. I’m looking for a 10 k clinic that ends in a race. When I read my stuff from last summer … that was a girl infatuated with running. That sizzle has gone, and now I have to work at keeping it fun. Because it would be just like me to take up fencing or something. (Not really. I can’t imagine fencing. I’d giggle too much to do it properly.)
In other news:
- my basement has new flooring, some of my living room walls have new paint
- my oldest son, Troy, who turns 9 tomorrow (wow!), is now sleeping in the basement, and almost instantly, has begun acting moody like a teenager
- my friend, a vet, is dropping off a dog for us next week!!!!!!!!!!! (Don’t tell my kids. Even when the dog is here, actually. Huh? I’m telling the kids that Dr. Teri needs us to take care of this dog for awhile, because she has agreed to take it back if it’s not right for our family. They are going to be SO excited. It’s been four years … maybe five? … since we had to say g’bye to our dog, Sharky.)
- Derek’s tree frog, the beloved “Trooper” passed away. The service was simple, but sweet, and lots of tears were shed in the sticky-footed guy’s honour. His terrarium-mate, Trevor, has been croaking a lot lately, which means: a) he’s dying too; b) he’s lonely; or c) he’s had a hand in Trooper’s death and is suffering from guilt. Thoughts?
- Kevin got a motorcycle, to commute to and from work. How do I feel about this? I have no idea.
- Troy is becoming quite the competitive swimmer! He’s loving his swim club, and his backstroke is fantastic. Another meet this weekend.
- Camryn’s newest quote: “I have all the pretty things I could ever want, Mommy. I need some cool and awesome things now.” (???????)
You’re officially done sitting in the breeze with me, listening to this very lengthy update of my life. Go for a run and try to make up for all of that lost time.
