Another good night’s sleep and no leg cramps. I think I may be adjusting to the time change. I did hit the snooze button twice, but then got up and went out. I checked the coffee shop nearby but found nothing interesting for breakfast. I ended up at Burger King, opting for a bacon and egg sandwich. It was missing the most important part--the cheese!
It was another nice day, cool and breezy, but partly sunny. It’s funny--you can tell who the locals are. They are the one in shorts and capris, and only a T-shirt. The tourists are all bundled up in our coats and long pants! I walked over to the Waverly Bridge where the tour buses line up, and boarded a city tour bus that makes a loop around the city, stopping at all the major sights.
My first stop was The People’s Story, which was several floors describing the history of Scotland and Edinburgh from medieval times to the 1980s. It was really interesting, but I noticed it had a definite Socialist perspective! They were actually advocating the Welfare State!!
While waiting for the bus, I wandered into a shop and found a backpack! It was exactly what I needed, and only 5 pounds. I shoved my bulky bag inside and was immediately assured that I had made a good choice. Back on the bus, we made our way up the Royal Mile toward the castle. I hopped off and went to see Gladstone’s Land, a middle class residence from the 17th and 18th century. I love looking at stuff like this! Afterward, I killed time waiting for the bus by grabbing a tomato & cheese sandwich for lunch, along with some mango juice (yummy!)
I returned to the bus, and we wound our way through the city. The guide was great, and as we passed the spot where many hangings took place, she told us that rather than use a gallows, they just had a bar atop a pole. The condemned person would stand on a bucket, and the hangman would toss the rope over the bar. When he was ready, he would yank on the rope and kick away the bucket. That’s where the saying “kick the bucket” comes from to describe someone dying!
After the tour, I walked up into the New Town, stopping in some shops along the way. I went to see The Georgian House, a rich family’s town house from the 18th century. It was really beautiful, and well restored and presented. I’m amazed at the opulent lifestyle people had, even without indoor plumbing! Walking back toward the hotel, I picked up fudge and shortbread for the kids, and was delighted to find a Johnston crest plaque for myself. I made another stop at M&S for some water and a snack for tonite, and then headed back to the hotel for a rest and some computer time. My feet hurt!!! I am probably walking about 4 miles a day, and these poor tootsies just aren’t used to it.
At 7pm I set out to find some dinner. I didn’t want anything fancy, but I did want real food. I found a nice pub called MacGregors. I ordered tomato and lentil soup, and steak and ale pie. Both were delicious! There was a man there who was looking at some photos he had, and he came over to my table. “Excuse me, but is this you?” It WAS! He had taken a photo of me in the parade! He gave me the photo, which I will scan into my computer when I get home.
I walked back down to the hotel, and picked up a few more souveniers and postcards. I looked through a book of Scottish names, and there, along with names like Alastair and Hamish, I found Wendy!! All these years I have hated my name, and now I find out it is a Scottish name! Thanks Mom & Dad--you did good!!
I returned to the hotel and packed my bags. I had to figure out what I need to take with me for the next 9 days, and what I can leave here in the smaller suitcase. Tomorrow I check out and head for Dumfries. And I will be driving. On the left!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Scotland Trip Report--Day 3--Edinburgh
I slept very well and woke to the alarm at 0900. The room was FREEZING! It seems the A/C is all or nothing, so I opted for nothing. Fortunately, I had no leg cramps during the night. I headed down to the hotel restaurant for a buffet breakfast, which set me back 16 pounds ($30) for some yogurt, tea, OJ, and bread!! I knew there had to be an alternative, and determined to seek one out for future mornings.
It had rained quite heavily overnight, so I knew the park would be a swamp--it had been muddy the day before in the sunshine. So I opted to skip the park, and instead headed to the National Museum of Scotland. It was a nice walk, maybe ¾ mile. I still saw a lot of kilts. Not as many as yesterday, but still a lot.
The museum was fascinating, and before I knew it, my stomach was growling and asking for some lunch. Museum prices are only slightly less obscene than those at the hotel, and I ended up spending over $13 for a sandwich, a small chai, and a bottle of water. After lunch I finished seeing the museum, having learned a lot about Scotland that I didn’t know.
Fortunately the weather had improved, and it was quite nice out. I walked back to the hotel, wishing I had brought a backpack. It seemed everyone else was carrying one, and here I had a bag over one shoulder that was killing me! I dropped off my trench coat and most of what was in my bag, and headed back out. The stores would close at 6, being a Sunday, so I wanted to look around a bit. I couldn’t find a backpack anywhere. I went in to Marks and Spencer to their Food Hall (the greatest invention I can think of!) and got a sandwich, a cookie, and more water, and for a reasonable price at last!
Back at the hotel around 6 (after they rolled up the sidewalks except for the restaurants.) I sat with my feet up, watched TV, and ate my dinner. The housekeeping staff had turned the A/C back on, and the room was freezing again. I turned it off and sat in my coat until it warmed up.
I called Laura at camp, and was happy to hear her sounding much more enthusiastic about talking to me. I then decided that it was worth the arm and a leg it would cost for 24 hours of internet access, and logged on. At least I would be able to use it on 2 different days, from 8pm to 8pm.
I tried in vain to find something on British TV that was worth watching. BBC News repeated the same few stories over and over again, and SKYNews was no different. Where was the 11pm news? CNN International? Good God I miss FOX News!! I gave up and took my aching feet to bed
It had rained quite heavily overnight, so I knew the park would be a swamp--it had been muddy the day before in the sunshine. So I opted to skip the park, and instead headed to the National Museum of Scotland. It was a nice walk, maybe ¾ mile. I still saw a lot of kilts. Not as many as yesterday, but still a lot.
The museum was fascinating, and before I knew it, my stomach was growling and asking for some lunch. Museum prices are only slightly less obscene than those at the hotel, and I ended up spending over $13 for a sandwich, a small chai, and a bottle of water. After lunch I finished seeing the museum, having learned a lot about Scotland that I didn’t know.
Fortunately the weather had improved, and it was quite nice out. I walked back to the hotel, wishing I had brought a backpack. It seemed everyone else was carrying one, and here I had a bag over one shoulder that was killing me! I dropped off my trench coat and most of what was in my bag, and headed back out. The stores would close at 6, being a Sunday, so I wanted to look around a bit. I couldn’t find a backpack anywhere. I went in to Marks and Spencer to their Food Hall (the greatest invention I can think of!) and got a sandwich, a cookie, and more water, and for a reasonable price at last!
Back at the hotel around 6 (after they rolled up the sidewalks except for the restaurants.) I sat with my feet up, watched TV, and ate my dinner. The housekeeping staff had turned the A/C back on, and the room was freezing again. I turned it off and sat in my coat until it warmed up.
I called Laura at camp, and was happy to hear her sounding much more enthusiastic about talking to me. I then decided that it was worth the arm and a leg it would cost for 24 hours of internet access, and logged on. At least I would be able to use it on 2 different days, from 8pm to 8pm.
I tried in vain to find something on British TV that was worth watching. BBC News repeated the same few stories over and over again, and SKYNews was no different. Where was the 11pm news? CNN International? Good God I miss FOX News!! I gave up and took my aching feet to bed
Scotland Trip Report--Day 1&2--Freehold to Edinburgh
The flight left a little late--baggage issues apparently. The seats were quiet comfy, and I had a nice guy next to me who’d been upgraded from Coach and was quite happy about it. I managed to sleep for about 4 hours or so, despite the fact that it was freezing and I had to ask for an extra blanket. I woke up in time for breakfast. Some cheese and mystery meat--no thanks! But the croissant and yogurt were good.
We landed about 1010, nearly on time. My bag was one of the first 10 to come out! I changed some money, and grabbed a taxi to the hotel. The driver was very nice.and we chatted all the way into town. At that point, we had a bit of a communications breakdown, entirely my fault. The fare was 19 pounds and change, and I tried to give him two 20 pound notes (looking to get some change for a tip). He said, “no, just one”, and in my confusion, which I can’t imagine what I was thinking, I took back the second 20 and left him with the change. A tip of about 30 pence on a nearly 20 pound fare. Once I thought about it, of course, I was mortified, and wished so much I could go back and find him to set it right.
I checked into the hotel and was delighted to find my room ready, even though it was only a bit past 1100, and checkin isn’t until 1400. I went up to my room, expecting something tiny, since I had requested a single room. Well, my room is huge! King sized bed, sitting area, enormous bathroom…what IS it with me and great hotel rooms lately?? My bags came up quickly, and I DID tip the bellman. I changed into my kilt and headed for Holyrood Park, site of The Gathering. 125 clans had assembled, the largest such gathering since 1822. It was a long walk to the park, much of it downhill. There were bagpipes playing, and kilts everywhere, in every style and type. Long, short, formal, casual. I even saw one guy in a kilt with a NY Yankees Tshirt!
I checked the Clan Village first, and was disappointed (but not surprised) to find that there was not a Johnston tent. (I had spoken with the Lady Johnstone and was told that the clan was not sending an official delegation, therefore no tent.) I found a large tent offering afternoon tea, so that was my lunch. It was quite yummy, but far too much food for me. The tea was great though, and the caffeine gave me a needed boost.
Following tea, I wandered through the various exhibits. I met some Johnstons from England who were very nice. I kept running into them all afternoon! In the geneology exhibit, I located the John Johnstone who left Scotland in the 1680s for America--this guy is on my family tree!! The lines for everything were long, especially for food. I was glad I’d had my tea with no waiting. I did stand in line for a Tshirt for myself--”I’m Going Home…The Gathering 2009”.
I hiked back up the hill heading back to the hotel, stopping along the way to get postcards for the kids. I found a set of kids bagpipes for Danny, and a kilt for Laura. Back at the room, I had thought to lay down and rest awhile, but was far too excited. So, I unpacked and rested my feet for a bit before heading out to get some dinner. I found a coffee shop near the hotel with some nice paninis, and that suited me just fine.
I decided I would be doing plenty more walking, so I took a taxi back down to the park. Ironically, I ended up giving the driver the wrong coin (I swear I will NEVER figure out the money here), so he got a GREAT tip! I sat and did some people watching while waiting for the parade lineup. Everyone was so friendly, and quite a few people just started up conversations with me as I sat there.
Finally it was time to line up for the parade. I located the Johnston banner, along with exactly FOUR Johnston/es. Not a great representation, but we made up for it in enthusiasm. Each group of 1000 people was led by a pipe band. The parade was great fun, and I was amazed at the huge crowds all along the way. People were hanging out windows watching! And it seemed nearly everyone was cheering for the Johnstons! We did accumulate a larger group--by the time we reached the castle at the top of the Royal Mile, we were a group of 15 or 16.
Following the mile-long hike up the hill, I headed into the Esplanade to find my seat for the pageant. The seats were VERY tight, with NO legroom. Thankfully, I had an aisle seat. And I was in a great location as well, in a row of Johnstons, all of whom happily chatted with me as we waited for the show to begin.
The pageant was nice, but sort of weird. I guess it’s an artsy thing--you have to see the symbolism. At the end, all of the pipe bands marched out together playing ‘Scotland The Brave’. I got chills from that which had nothing to do with the cold air’ (I was chilly despite a sweater, a jacket, AND a trench coat!) It made me proud to be a Scot.
I made my way back down the hill along with the rest of the mob, stopping for a blueberry muffin for a late night snack. I returned to the hotel about 2330, completely worn out. By midnight I was ready for bed, hoping I would not be awakened by leg cramps from all the walking I had done.
We landed about 1010, nearly on time. My bag was one of the first 10 to come out! I changed some money, and grabbed a taxi to the hotel. The driver was very nice.and we chatted all the way into town. At that point, we had a bit of a communications breakdown, entirely my fault. The fare was 19 pounds and change, and I tried to give him two 20 pound notes (looking to get some change for a tip). He said, “no, just one”, and in my confusion, which I can’t imagine what I was thinking, I took back the second 20 and left him with the change. A tip of about 30 pence on a nearly 20 pound fare. Once I thought about it, of course, I was mortified, and wished so much I could go back and find him to set it right.
I checked into the hotel and was delighted to find my room ready, even though it was only a bit past 1100, and checkin isn’t until 1400. I went up to my room, expecting something tiny, since I had requested a single room. Well, my room is huge! King sized bed, sitting area, enormous bathroom…what IS it with me and great hotel rooms lately?? My bags came up quickly, and I DID tip the bellman. I changed into my kilt and headed for Holyrood Park, site of The Gathering. 125 clans had assembled, the largest such gathering since 1822. It was a long walk to the park, much of it downhill. There were bagpipes playing, and kilts everywhere, in every style and type. Long, short, formal, casual. I even saw one guy in a kilt with a NY Yankees Tshirt!
I checked the Clan Village first, and was disappointed (but not surprised) to find that there was not a Johnston tent. (I had spoken with the Lady Johnstone and was told that the clan was not sending an official delegation, therefore no tent.) I found a large tent offering afternoon tea, so that was my lunch. It was quite yummy, but far too much food for me. The tea was great though, and the caffeine gave me a needed boost.
Following tea, I wandered through the various exhibits. I met some Johnstons from England who were very nice. I kept running into them all afternoon! In the geneology exhibit, I located the John Johnstone who left Scotland in the 1680s for America--this guy is on my family tree!! The lines for everything were long, especially for food. I was glad I’d had my tea with no waiting. I did stand in line for a Tshirt for myself--”I’m Going Home…The Gathering 2009”.
I hiked back up the hill heading back to the hotel, stopping along the way to get postcards for the kids. I found a set of kids bagpipes for Danny, and a kilt for Laura. Back at the room, I had thought to lay down and rest awhile, but was far too excited. So, I unpacked and rested my feet for a bit before heading out to get some dinner. I found a coffee shop near the hotel with some nice paninis, and that suited me just fine.
I decided I would be doing plenty more walking, so I took a taxi back down to the park. Ironically, I ended up giving the driver the wrong coin (I swear I will NEVER figure out the money here), so he got a GREAT tip! I sat and did some people watching while waiting for the parade lineup. Everyone was so friendly, and quite a few people just started up conversations with me as I sat there.
Finally it was time to line up for the parade. I located the Johnston banner, along with exactly FOUR Johnston/es. Not a great representation, but we made up for it in enthusiasm. Each group of 1000 people was led by a pipe band. The parade was great fun, and I was amazed at the huge crowds all along the way. People were hanging out windows watching! And it seemed nearly everyone was cheering for the Johnstons! We did accumulate a larger group--by the time we reached the castle at the top of the Royal Mile, we were a group of 15 or 16.
Following the mile-long hike up the hill, I headed into the Esplanade to find my seat for the pageant. The seats were VERY tight, with NO legroom. Thankfully, I had an aisle seat. And I was in a great location as well, in a row of Johnstons, all of whom happily chatted with me as we waited for the show to begin.
The pageant was nice, but sort of weird. I guess it’s an artsy thing--you have to see the symbolism. At the end, all of the pipe bands marched out together playing ‘Scotland The Brave’. I got chills from that which had nothing to do with the cold air’ (I was chilly despite a sweater, a jacket, AND a trench coat!) It made me proud to be a Scot.
I made my way back down the hill along with the rest of the mob, stopping for a blueberry muffin for a late night snack. I returned to the hotel about 2330, completely worn out. By midnight I was ready for bed, hoping I would not be awakened by leg cramps from all the walking I had done.
Friday, July 17, 2009
July 17, 2009 "I Didn't Even Recognize You!"
I've been hearing that alot lately. I have seen several people in the past couple weeks who I haven't seen in years. And the response is always the same. "Oh my gosh, I didn't even recognize you!"
How do I respond to that??? "Thank you" comes to mind, but seems a bit presumptious. I usually just give a little laugh and stand there feeling stupid. I USED to say "I don't recognize myself half the time either!", but that really isn't true anymore, as I've gotten used to the "new" me.
Today at the grocery store I saw an old friend from the church I used to go to. She walked right past me! I said "Hello D---", and she just looked at me. After a few seconds, the lightbulb went on in her head. She made the usual comment, and I just stood there like an idiot.
I really don't know how to handle this, and I know it's not going to go away. Somehow, I have to figure out a better way.
How do I respond to that??? "Thank you" comes to mind, but seems a bit presumptious. I usually just give a little laugh and stand there feeling stupid. I USED to say "I don't recognize myself half the time either!", but that really isn't true anymore, as I've gotten used to the "new" me.
Today at the grocery store I saw an old friend from the church I used to go to. She walked right past me! I said "Hello D---", and she just looked at me. After a few seconds, the lightbulb went on in her head. She made the usual comment, and I just stood there like an idiot.
I really don't know how to handle this, and I know it's not going to go away. Somehow, I have to figure out a better way.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
July 15, 2009 Doing What Comes Naturally
For the past several weeks I have noticed my eating getting more and more sloppy. Candy and lemonade were becoming daily visitors to my tummy. I was frequently in a "baking mood", making cookies, brownies, pies, even a cake. And, of course, eating them. But other than gaining back the few pounds I lost after surgery (which admittedly put me too low), I am still here, in my maintenance range, just hanging out.
I feel like I've gotten a "get out of fat free" card or something. I've been eating like a pig, not going ot the gym, how can I possibly have lost weight?? Well, I did. And I am certainly not one to look a gift horse in the mouth! Maybe this was a one time freebie or something.
In any event, I decided on Sunday that that was it. I was done. It was time to get back on the wagon--eating right, going to the gym, the whole deal. Gotta get in shape for Scotland!
So Monday morning I got up and at my usual healthy breakfast, and headed to the gym. 30 minutes on the ellipical felt soooo good! I also did some leg exercises. I walked out of there feeling good, and feeling proud of myself fo getting my butt back in there. I then ran errands all morning, and came home and started cleaning my house. Totally stripped my son's room, as he is getting new paint and new furniture, so everything had to be taken out. NOT a small job to do! I also cleaned their bathroom, got rid of lots of empty containers and old ratty toothbrushes. It looks much better now. I ate sensibly the entire day, and felt really good about it.
Tuesday I got up and had breakfast (the usual menu) and headed to the gym. 40 minutes on the elliptical was great! From there I ran quite a few errands, went to a meeting at the school, and came home to oversee the removal of Danny's furniture from his room. I also cleaned out the kitchen--including the fridge and freezer, which really needed it. Treated myself to a fresh picked ear of corn, and a nice filet mignon, for dinner. YUMMY!
Today I hit the gym, took the cardboard to the recycling cetner, got the car washed, got gas, and then went out for lunch with my friend. We have a favorite restaurant that serves healthy delicious salads, soups, sandwiches, etc. I've never been disappointed there. After lunch we headed out to the new outlet mall and picked up a few things we each needed. I was a bit disturbed to see that my knees hurt after 3 hours of walking. That's unusual for me. Guess I gotta do more walking before I go to Scotland. Gotta be in shape for that parade!
So, how is it that I can just decide one day, after weeks of eating whatever I want, that now i am going to eat right, and just DO it! That NEVER happens to me. But it's happening now. There is a York Peppermint Patty sitting on my counter. I know it's there and I choose to ignore it. It is NOT calling me or tempting me. WHY NOT??? Becuase I'm satisfied with what I ate today? Because I'm not in the mood for chocolate? (yeah, like THAT would ever happen!!) I just know it's there, and don't even care.
It was also nice to eyeball my lunch to day and know about what I needed to fill in for the rest of the day. Will the numbers be perfect? No, and they don't have to be! This is life in the real world, and I measured my breakfast and my dinner and my snacks, but my lunch was what it was. I am quite sure it was fine. And the best part is that I feel comfortable about that, I'm not obsessing over exactly what I ate and how many grams, etc. No Diet Nazi needed here!
I've got just over a week before I leave for Scotland. I want to make the best of that time, getting in shape as well as i can. I have to walk the Royal Mile in a parade. In a kilt. The legs have to be strong and healthy. I wish I hadn't waited until the last minute to work on this, but it is what it is, and I will do the best I can.
I feel like I've gotten a "get out of fat free" card or something. I've been eating like a pig, not going ot the gym, how can I possibly have lost weight?? Well, I did. And I am certainly not one to look a gift horse in the mouth! Maybe this was a one time freebie or something.
In any event, I decided on Sunday that that was it. I was done. It was time to get back on the wagon--eating right, going to the gym, the whole deal. Gotta get in shape for Scotland!
So Monday morning I got up and at my usual healthy breakfast, and headed to the gym. 30 minutes on the ellipical felt soooo good! I also did some leg exercises. I walked out of there feeling good, and feeling proud of myself fo getting my butt back in there. I then ran errands all morning, and came home and started cleaning my house. Totally stripped my son's room, as he is getting new paint and new furniture, so everything had to be taken out. NOT a small job to do! I also cleaned their bathroom, got rid of lots of empty containers and old ratty toothbrushes. It looks much better now. I ate sensibly the entire day, and felt really good about it.
Tuesday I got up and had breakfast (the usual menu) and headed to the gym. 40 minutes on the elliptical was great! From there I ran quite a few errands, went to a meeting at the school, and came home to oversee the removal of Danny's furniture from his room. I also cleaned out the kitchen--including the fridge and freezer, which really needed it. Treated myself to a fresh picked ear of corn, and a nice filet mignon, for dinner. YUMMY!
Today I hit the gym, took the cardboard to the recycling cetner, got the car washed, got gas, and then went out for lunch with my friend. We have a favorite restaurant that serves healthy delicious salads, soups, sandwiches, etc. I've never been disappointed there. After lunch we headed out to the new outlet mall and picked up a few things we each needed. I was a bit disturbed to see that my knees hurt after 3 hours of walking. That's unusual for me. Guess I gotta do more walking before I go to Scotland. Gotta be in shape for that parade!
So, how is it that I can just decide one day, after weeks of eating whatever I want, that now i am going to eat right, and just DO it! That NEVER happens to me. But it's happening now. There is a York Peppermint Patty sitting on my counter. I know it's there and I choose to ignore it. It is NOT calling me or tempting me. WHY NOT??? Becuase I'm satisfied with what I ate today? Because I'm not in the mood for chocolate? (yeah, like THAT would ever happen!!) I just know it's there, and don't even care.
It was also nice to eyeball my lunch to day and know about what I needed to fill in for the rest of the day. Will the numbers be perfect? No, and they don't have to be! This is life in the real world, and I measured my breakfast and my dinner and my snacks, but my lunch was what it was. I am quite sure it was fine. And the best part is that I feel comfortable about that, I'm not obsessing over exactly what I ate and how many grams, etc. No Diet Nazi needed here!
I've got just over a week before I leave for Scotland. I want to make the best of that time, getting in shape as well as i can. I have to walk the Royal Mile in a parade. In a kilt. The legs have to be strong and healthy. I wish I hadn't waited until the last minute to work on this, but it is what it is, and I will do the best I can.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
June 10, 2009 The Sandwich Generation
I have spent a good bit of time in the past couple of weeks helping out Mom and Dad. Let me start by saying that not only don't I mind doing this, I truly ENJOY it. I love my parents dearly, and would do anything for them.
That said, WOW! It has been sort of surreal. As if *I* am the parent and they are the kids. Mom had a knee replacement a month ago and still isn't totally back on her feet (although I think she is walking better than before the surgery!). Dad is playing nurse and housekeeper, and doing a pretty darn good job of it. Who knew he could cook?? But when I am there, I always seem to step into the caregiving role. Giving Mom a shower, changing the dressing on Daddy's ear (he had a growth removed), cooking, running errands, offering advice, etc. When did I become the parent? They are both somewhat forgetful, and between the two of them you could get a bit confused! ("I told you that already." "No, this is the first I heard of it.") But they work as a team and manage to do just fine, whether I am there or not.
All of this has caused me to think about the inevitable day that one or both of my parents will no longer be with us. If 40 minutes away seems too far now, imagine when that distance is infinite. I can't bear the thought of it! Mom and I have always been very close, and Daddy and I have gotten much closer in the past few months. I am NOT ready to let them go! Not that either of them is at death's door or anything, but between Mom's heart problems and Daddy's kidney failure, they both have issues. I find they sometimes have to be encouraged and reminded to ask the doctor a question, or even GO to the doctor. And just try to get them to TELL me what is going on! Thankfully, they are getting better at this. At any rate, I wish they lived closer, and I wish I could do more. But here I am, sandwiched between my parents and my children. I feel like a slice of salami!!
This also has affected my own life. Running back and forth to Mom and Dad means less time for the gym and other things I usually do. OK, so my gym attendance has been sorely lacking lately anyway, but I was getting up some steam, and then BOOM! Havent been there since Saturday. At least I did fit in a trip to Whole Foods, which is near them, to get some high quality produce and meats. And today I finally ate my regular breakfast again, of yogurt, Cheerios and blueberries. Last time I tried, I nearly gagged on it, but today I enjoyed it! Hooray! Back to "normal". And if breakfast goes well, it sets up the rest of the day for success too.
I will be spending this weekend at the Special Olympics, watching Laura swim. She stays in the dorm Friday and Saturday night, and I will stay at Mom and Dad's, just 5 minutes away. I am looking forward to it. Should get some good walking in on campus, although food will be weird. I will simply do my best. Heck, swimming 3 events, Laura will get in enough exercise for both of us! Hopefully she will bring home some medals to add to her collection--I just love how she beams with joy at each success! Go Marlins!
That said, WOW! It has been sort of surreal. As if *I* am the parent and they are the kids. Mom had a knee replacement a month ago and still isn't totally back on her feet (although I think she is walking better than before the surgery!). Dad is playing nurse and housekeeper, and doing a pretty darn good job of it. Who knew he could cook?? But when I am there, I always seem to step into the caregiving role. Giving Mom a shower, changing the dressing on Daddy's ear (he had a growth removed), cooking, running errands, offering advice, etc. When did I become the parent? They are both somewhat forgetful, and between the two of them you could get a bit confused! ("I told you that already." "No, this is the first I heard of it.") But they work as a team and manage to do just fine, whether I am there or not.
All of this has caused me to think about the inevitable day that one or both of my parents will no longer be with us. If 40 minutes away seems too far now, imagine when that distance is infinite. I can't bear the thought of it! Mom and I have always been very close, and Daddy and I have gotten much closer in the past few months. I am NOT ready to let them go! Not that either of them is at death's door or anything, but between Mom's heart problems and Daddy's kidney failure, they both have issues. I find they sometimes have to be encouraged and reminded to ask the doctor a question, or even GO to the doctor. And just try to get them to TELL me what is going on! Thankfully, they are getting better at this. At any rate, I wish they lived closer, and I wish I could do more. But here I am, sandwiched between my parents and my children. I feel like a slice of salami!!
This also has affected my own life. Running back and forth to Mom and Dad means less time for the gym and other things I usually do. OK, so my gym attendance has been sorely lacking lately anyway, but I was getting up some steam, and then BOOM! Havent been there since Saturday. At least I did fit in a trip to Whole Foods, which is near them, to get some high quality produce and meats. And today I finally ate my regular breakfast again, of yogurt, Cheerios and blueberries. Last time I tried, I nearly gagged on it, but today I enjoyed it! Hooray! Back to "normal". And if breakfast goes well, it sets up the rest of the day for success too.
I will be spending this weekend at the Special Olympics, watching Laura swim. She stays in the dorm Friday and Saturday night, and I will stay at Mom and Dad's, just 5 minutes away. I am looking forward to it. Should get some good walking in on campus, although food will be weird. I will simply do my best. Heck, swimming 3 events, Laura will get in enough exercise for both of us! Hopefully she will bring home some medals to add to her collection--I just love how she beams with joy at each success! Go Marlins!
Monday, June 1, 2009
June 1, 2009 Clothing Sizes (Rant!)
What IS it with clothing manufacturers? Why can't a 12 be a 12 be a 12? Why am I a 12 one place and a 16 somewhere else, or a Medium one place and an XL somewhere else?
I went shopping for navy blue pants. Now, it is hard enough to find the color, let alone in a style that works for me, which generally means wide leg or trouser style. So off I went to Kohls to do some looking. The only place I could look was the clearance rack, as there was not another pair of navy blue pants to be had in the entire store. What, has navy gone out of fashion???
Anyway, I found a pair I liked in a 14 regular. I am generally a 14 in pants. I prefer Petites, but I can always have them hemmed. The only other pair I found was a 16 Petite. OK, so I grab them both and try on the 14s. I was SWIMMING in them! I mean they were seriously huge on me. So, why bother trying on the 16s which would be bigger, right? Well, I figured I had nothing to lose, so I did try them on, and they FIT! What?? Other than being a few inches too big in the waist, which is always the case if pants fit me right in the hips and thighs (its just how I am built), they fit great and looked perfect. So how are the 14s too big and the 16s fit?
What really galls me about this is that last summer, weighing about 45 pounds more, I went shopping for pants for Scotland. Most of what I got was 18s, but I was so excited to be able to buy a pair of navy blue pants in--you guessed it--size 16 Petite! So how does 45 pounds lost = the same size? I know, different stores, different styles, different manufacturers, but come on! How about at least a LITTLE standardization.
It's a darn good thing I am not married to the size on the tags in my clothes, or I would never have bought a 16. All I know is, they fit, they look nice, they are comfortable, and they were on sale.
Works for me.
I went shopping for navy blue pants. Now, it is hard enough to find the color, let alone in a style that works for me, which generally means wide leg or trouser style. So off I went to Kohls to do some looking. The only place I could look was the clearance rack, as there was not another pair of navy blue pants to be had in the entire store. What, has navy gone out of fashion???
Anyway, I found a pair I liked in a 14 regular. I am generally a 14 in pants. I prefer Petites, but I can always have them hemmed. The only other pair I found was a 16 Petite. OK, so I grab them both and try on the 14s. I was SWIMMING in them! I mean they were seriously huge on me. So, why bother trying on the 16s which would be bigger, right? Well, I figured I had nothing to lose, so I did try them on, and they FIT! What?? Other than being a few inches too big in the waist, which is always the case if pants fit me right in the hips and thighs (its just how I am built), they fit great and looked perfect. So how are the 14s too big and the 16s fit?
What really galls me about this is that last summer, weighing about 45 pounds more, I went shopping for pants for Scotland. Most of what I got was 18s, but I was so excited to be able to buy a pair of navy blue pants in--you guessed it--size 16 Petite! So how does 45 pounds lost = the same size? I know, different stores, different styles, different manufacturers, but come on! How about at least a LITTLE standardization.
It's a darn good thing I am not married to the size on the tags in my clothes, or I would never have bought a 16. All I know is, they fit, they look nice, they are comfortable, and they were on sale.
Works for me.
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