December 26, 2012
So, here we are, still in Provincetown, wondering if we shall ever get home.
Actually, the trip home was easy. Caught a ferry, hopped a plane and drove home, but I had this sinking feeling I wasn’t feeling too well.
And I was right. But, first, I started my new part-time teaching gig at Desert Hot Springs High School, my part-time class at UCR, began tutoring, and continued to work on my freelance projects hoping that nasty cold I had caught would go away. Finally, one night, I couldn’t breath, (yeah, that is what it takes for me to go to the doctor these days – not because I have a phobia, I just hate wasting the time!) and the doctor told me I had strep throat, gave me a nice shot in the butt, and sent me on my way. I went back three weeks later to get another round of antibiotics, then again a month later.
Not only was my eye lazy, my whole body was lazy, what with being sick and only (ONLY?) working part-time at four different jobs.
During my illness, Bill ran a 15 K, coached baseball, and taught each day. During my illness, Wes started college locally and continued to bulk back up after his four years of being a skinny distance runner. Now, he looks more like the Incredible Hulk rather than Plastic Man.
Halloween was uneventful, now that we live on our private hill, we don’t get trick or treaters and now that Wes is grown, no more taking him to the carnival. He did dress up and went out to several parties – cake and ice cream parties I’m sure. Bill and I just sat around and lamented that we had NO Halloween candy. Seriously, I kept asking him if he didn’t buy some to hand out at school and he kept asking me if I didn’t have some. Then the next morning, I found candy wrappers around the house. Apparently, Bill was just waiting for me to go to bed to break out the goodies. Did you see the Jimmy Kimmel challenge to parents to tell their kids all the Halloween candy had been eaten, and the kids cried – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YQpbzQ6gzs - well, I was the girl who grabbed the wrappers and threw them, I wish I had thrown them at Bill, but I just threw the wrappers away and wondered what else happens while I’m asleep. Not that I would ever give up my beauty sleep – God knows I need that! – to find out, but I did wonder.
Thanksgiving was spent eating too much. Then Christmas, just ended yesterday, with a whole week of eating too much. When you wake up each morning still full – well, I’ve been wearing lots of sweat pants. Today, I thought I might be hungry, but I think it was just a stomach ache from all the leftovers I was eating.
So that is our year in epic trilogy form. Oh, here is a nice family portrait:
Sure, it’s from last year at Christmas – how do you think I fool everyone into thinking I’m not looking any older? That, and though we took the camera to Christmas, we did not take one single picture.
There are five days left in the year, but don’t worry, even if something epic, like more epic than this trilogy, happens, I will write another blog letting you know about it. “Marry Hotter and the Goblet of Hire” – yeah, maybe.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Joyous Kwanzaa, and Nice Day Off of Work thanks to all those religious fanatics to all!
This week I will relish the notion that I have completed a triology!
