My holiday weekend actually started the day of Thanksgiving. I got up early so I could hit the treadmill before finishing packing and heading home. I was intending to do 60 minutes if I thought I could, but SOMEone forgot to unlock the gates leading to the gym, so I had to go all the way back and around the property to get to there... which at that point I was half convinced was going to be locked, too! Anyway, it took up more of my time than I cared for it to, so I only did 40 minutes on the treadmill and hopped in the shower. Luckily, I had packed the night before, so I threw together my last minute stuff and headed out the door to wait for my ride.
It was a chilly 47 degrees in the mountains between San Diego and home crap home.
I got home, unloaded my junk and hopped in the next car to go visit my grandmother (meal #1). Some background: I can't remember the last time I saw her. I've been in San Diego 4 years and it was well before then that I cut off contact with her. The same goes for the rest of my family. She was a mean, bitter person that didn't treat my brothers very well, badmouthed my mom, and was just generally an unpleasant person to be around. Its like her mindset was stuck in the 1960s when she was raising her kids, not realizing that the 2000's is a whole lot different. Anyway, after that, the only person who would still visit and talk to her was my dad (her son). Over the last few years her health has deteriorated. She's showing every bit of her 88 years. And I was told as much by several other members of my family who'd run into her and my dad at the grocery store. But, its one thing to hear it and an entirely different thing to actually see it. This holiday season we all decided to let bygones be bygones and forgive. As a Christian, I would be negligent in my love of Christ to be NOT forgiving. So, we decided to spend the lunch meal with her.
We got there late (they were waiting on me and I arrived late) so my dad and grandmother had already eaten. Grandma had laid down for a nap. We ate at the table with my dad. Then my grandma woke up and came out. It took my breath away... She was in an electric wheelchair that looked so huge compared to how small she was. She's about half the size I remember her. I hope my face didn't show any shock. I got up to hug her and noticed how shaky and weak she was when she raised her arms to put around me. Her speech is slurred and her voice very low. It took every ounce of self-control I had to not excuse myself to go outside and sob. It was scary and shocking and ... I enjoyed my visit with her very much. Later, my dad called and said our visit pretty much made her day and her life! I hope to get to see her again for Christmas.
Then, it came time to leave for meal #2 at my aunt's house. The only members of my family that went were my youngest brother and his girlfriend. Oh, and me. I knew my dad wouldn't be attending because he's been staying at my grandma's to take care of her. My mom and her brother are not on speaking terms, which is understandable. I wouldn't want anything to do with anyone that told me they wouldn't care whether I dropped off the face of the earth or not. Among other cruel things. My middle brother didn't go out of laziness. Luckily, and miraculously, no one asked where anyone else was. Either they didn't care or someone had gotten some intel about it in advance. Either way, I'm glad I didn't have to explain why my family members decided not to come to a family dinner that we have every year. It was a nice dinner, too. I got to see my cousins and chat with them. I saw my other grandma (aka Grin) and the rest of the family that cared to talk to me. I've always been quite a story teller (which is probably why my blogs are never short), so I had fun regaling them with the story of the wedding from the weekend before (or as I've been calling it, the Shindig, or the Circus). Fun times. Normally my bff and I go to the mall at midnight and watch the Black Friday carnage, but we were exhausted and instead called it a night.
Post Thanksgiving brunch... Yum!
The next day was pretty uneventful. We spent the day cooking meal #3, for just my immediate, or "nuclear", family. That was DECADENT. We had turkey with giblet gravy and stuffing from scratch. We had duck with orange glazey saucey something and stuffing from scratch with mandarin oranges and pecans in it. We had braised fennel and leeks in cream. Mashed potatoes. Roasted Brussels sprouts, asparagus, and fennel (I brought a lot of fennel) with herbs. Whole wheat dinner rolls. Homemade cranberry fig sauce. Fig chutney. Green bean casserole with fresh green beans. Sweet potato puree casserole with pecans. Oh. Em. Gee. We outdid ourselves with that one. Everything was so ridiculously delicious.
Unfortunately, I knew it was too much for me. After the fact, of course. I ate moderately and never once did I feel stuffed all weekend. It was just way too much protein for me. I normally eat lean protein a few times a week, tops. My diet is pretty rich in vegetables and whole grains and fruit. I'm glad to be back in SD to eat my normal foods.
Lou made sure I was drinking all my water!
The next day, on Saturday, I got up, strapped on my shoes, and went for a walk. I did 3 miles in 55 minutes. Too bad it was almost 80 degrees and windy. I got soooo hot and I ran out of my allergy medicine and one of my inhalers. I've been pretty stuffed up since then. I don't feel sick. Its just allergies. But, I've got a million kleenexes scattered on my bed from just this morning. Relax, I'm going to get up and throw them out when I'm done here! The rest of the day I spent with my Grin. We had lunch and walked around a mall for a while. I got some earring hooks to replace some on cheapie earrings I have (I have sensitive ears). I got a new pair of running shoes! I haven't taken them outta the box yet. I haven't done anything lately to break 'em in gently. I don't think 60 minutes of all-out intensity on the treadmill is the way to do it. Not with my wussy feet. Anyway, I'm really excited because I've needed a new pair for some time.
Sunday and Monday were uneventful. I pretty much hung around the house, visited briefly with my dog. He was having a good day, luckily, but he's always been really excitable. So, he got overly excited when he saw me and began his doggy coughing. I had to leave the room just so he'd calm back down and go rest. I'm glad I got to see him, though. I was afraid to. I didn't know if I could handle two shocks in one weekend. Monday I headed back to SD and began my usual routine again. Too bad my sleeping is bad again. Its not that I'm not sleeping. Its that I'm not getting quality sleep. I keep dreaming these vivid, epic, detailed dreams and when I wake up it feels like I didn't sleep at all. I know its stress related. And I don't know what to do about it. I'm already exercising. Oh well...
Oh, hi! Thanks for laying out this brand new, clean, black vest for me to sleep on. Totally comfy.