As usual, YaYa and I are the first ones awake. It’s another bad hair day. It’s the sixth in a row. I especially miss my flat iron on the days when we are out meeting Mike and Janice’s friends. Today is another one of those days. Hopefully, they won’t remember my bad hair but rather my charm and my well-behaved children. One could hope anyhow.
It’s like a strange to miss the luxuries of home while being here in a simple paradise where they shouldn’t be missed. I can examine what I “have” and am still aware of what I “have not” brought along. I packed a large suitcase filled with my running gadgets (Garminia, myPod, running shoes, and running clothes). Everything else — the camera and the various chargers needed to keep all of these things (plus my cell phone) going, a few clothing items and my sandals — was extra. It seemed like a lot when I packed, but now I am acutely aware of what I didn’t bring. *sigh*
Miles above civilization, tourists and lattes is where we are. It’s peaceful – at least it is when the boys aren’t fighting with each other. We wake to tropical birds singing their songs and the sound of swaying trees. The view is as incredible as it was to me on our first day here.
There is no run scheduled for today, although I sort of wish there was. Tom is heavy on my mind. I think of him often and especially when I am out mingling with Mike and Janice’s friends. This is even the case when the question *doesn’t* get asked. They don’t mean anything by it – how could they know why he isn’t with us.
As I sit back and watch Tom’s brother Mike move about, I think about how they are different and how they are the same. Just like being here in a paradise and missing some of the luxuries of home, I miss Tom and am still comforted by knowing that we are still able to enjoy life. It’s strange, this sort of numbness, but there it is.