It’s been too long since my last blog entry. I have been interrupted every time I have sat down to write.
YaYa’s 10th Birthday (Thursday) turned out very nice. His oldest brother came up from Southern California and spent the day with him. While I was at work, they went out for breakfast and then when bowling. They were all leaving for football practice just as I arrived home to put the lasagna in an oven which was programmed to have it nice and hot by the time we returned home. I set the table ahead of time with a table cloth, Grandma F’s good dishes, and the special candles given to me (from Tom and boys) at the last birthday where our family was intact. Football practice was fantastic – he was moved up to the next string and there were cupcakes to celebrate the coach’s birthday. YaYa had two. We went home for dinner and cake. Then we all played 9 holes of golf in the comfort of my living room – thanks to Wii magic. My cute, Julie-like Mii lost miserably.
On Friday, I attended the funeral of my great aunt. Common to this day, was my knack for feeling lost (whether I truly was or not). The most obvious occurrence was when the funeral procession of cars was interrupted by a single car. Seeing the car, which was unmarked as “FUNERAL,” the police escorts left half the procession to find our own way. It was reminiscent of Grandma’s funeral only, this time, we were left to our own devices as stop lights, freeway changes, coupled with no body knowing the name or address of the cemetery added to fiasco. Lesson learned: Get the name of the cemetery (and address) before going to the car. *sigh* You’d think that we would have learned this from Grandma’s funeral.
The reception that followed was rich in traditional food from Guam, as well as a whole lot of people who had a remarkable similarity to me. Do to a VERY large family (my grandfather was 1 of 10 siblings), I was introduced to A LOT of relatives – some for the 1st time, and many others from many times prior. My phrase of the day was, “Tell me how we are related to each other.” Days later, I am still asking the question as many of my cousins and 2nd cousins hook up on Facebook. It’s a pretty awesome task to try to put it all together.
On Saturday, I was unable to join the “team” for our long run. I was a bit disappointed as this run was to be on the Nike course. Still, I knew when I signed up that training with the team would be difficult. Lucky for me, I know that I can get ‘er done when I need to. I set foot out the door at 6:30 AM and logged 6 of the 18 miles before waking YaYa for football practice. Thanks to some work in my area, my favorite brother was staying at the house and held down the fort while I ran. I hit the streets again at 9 AM for the balance of the mileage. I left YaYa at football, and waved at the coach as I set out to cover ground right from the practice field. I eyed my heartrate carefully after having inhaled my newly prescribed dose of 2 puffs of Albuterol. As I climbed the first long hill I watched in amazement as my heartrate remained at a remarkably low rate.