Hey, you know what’s not fun? Working 911 in a bay-side town that’s at sea-level during a tsunami watch. Nope. Thank god it was cancelled (but not before we fielded many, many panicked calls). Sigh. All’s well.
So, hi! How nice to see you! Did you miss me? Just a little? Where do I start? Here’s the answer: I don’t. I can’t catch y’all up on the vacation’s doings, because there were just too many of ’em. And they were good, and fine, and fun, and all of that, but you know how it is. You’re driving down the road on a lovely sunny almost-summer’s day, and you think, I’m going to blog this. I’m going to remember the smell, and the way I feel, and what it means to be right here, right now…. And then it never comes back, does it? Same with all writing, isn’t it? You wake in the middle of the night and have those words in your head — better get up and write them down, lady, ’cause they won’t be back to visit later.
What do I remember? I’ll just list them as they come to me, shall I?
(Ooooh — I missed you!)
Driving to my mother’s house for her birthday: They pointed me through the Oakland airport lot, past all the big kiosks for Dollar, Enterprise, Budget. I trudged until there were no more kiosks and very few cars, carrying my bag and spinning wheel (of course) and presents for the little mama. I walked until I found a little sign that said "Fox Rentals," and found a very small man vacuuming a car. He nodded and pointed me to my car, a Honda Civic Hybrid (score! they had run out of regular economy vehicles), but it was banged UP. I had no idea how a car with less than 10,000 miles on it could be in such bad shape, but there were dents on all sides and the right side panel flapped in the wind. I made great sweeping motions to show him where to mark "damaged" on the checkout slip, and he nodded and chirped at me. As I drove away, he said with passion, "Thank you for taking this car. Thank you. Oh, thank you." It wasn’t until I was ten minutes away that I noticed the ants.
Ants. Filling the car. Not just a couple of ants, but swarming ants. How do you get an ant colony in a car? It is an impressive mark of my inherent laziness that I did not turn around. I noticed that while the ants walked freely everywhere in the car, they weren’t on the seats. I guess ants don’t like faux velour (think about those two words), and they remained on the doors and sills and most annoyingly, the windows. I could block out thoughts of the ants until they meandered through my line of vision. But they were okay. We cohabited the car. Dude, it was fourteen bucks a day. What were my options?
Also, just because your rental goes way faster than your every-day eleven-year-old car, please remember that it’s a hybrid, and not meant to race a BMW and a Mercedes. Just sayin’.
Dad and I took the little mama out for a good Italian dinner and then Mom and I went shopping the next day. Now, I’m not a shopper. But apparently I got shop-happy that day. Really shop-happy. I can’t remember ever buying that many pieces of clothing in one day in my whole life. But have you noticed the prints that are out there? Sweet dresses and cute cotton skirts, all retro prints and just the right shape for me, too: lots of low vees and hourglass curves. Since this whole running madness, I’ve become more amenable to showing off what I’ve got. Really, at the age of 32, I’m happier in my skin than I’ve been since I was maybe 22. I don’t think that my body shape has really changed, but my confidence level has. It’s fun. Good stuff.
I signed up for the first half of the SF Marathon, and I’ve been training again. I ran six miles last week, which in and of itself isn’t a big deal. After all, in the last year, I’ve run at least eight half-marathons in training for the big one last December. But when you relax back into nice little 3-milers, even four is a jump. And the six? I realized when I was done that it was the farthest I’d ever run by myself. All those long runs were with other runners, with the encouragement of the AIDS Marathon staff. So six miles by myself felt great. I went from the Berkeley Marina down to the Emeryville Marina, all around the Watergate condos and back. I could have run farther. Gazelle day.
Then today I did a four-miler, and thought I was gonna die. Dude. Rhino day. I can’t figure it out. Okay, it could have had something to do with the fact that yesterday I ate Taco Bell for dinner and had two beers, and then got up and ran with no coffee and only cookies for sustenance, but then again, maybe not. Yay, sugar high! Boo, sugar crash. And I forgot sunscreen for the first time this season and have a smart pink burn on my shoulders. I hate that. I’m usually very good at sunscreen, too. Grrr.
It feels good to be back to blogging. I missed it more than I thought I would. So hiya. How are you?
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