November 26, 2010: Today, I’m thankful for time spent with my Mom.
I don’t see my mom and dad as much as I used to, but I still make time to visit them every 2-3 weeks. Since I had the super-long weekend, I went to visit my mom on Friday morning- which was nice because all the traffic was apparently around the malls and the road was almost completely empty at 9:00. I got to my parents’ house and ate breakfast (cereal- but my mom always insists I eat when I’m there), and then we wound up going Black Friday shopping ourselves.
Fortunately we live in a small town so no bad crowds, and at 11:00 at our little Wal-Mart, more people are buying dog food and detergent than DVDs and digital cameras. We just picked up a few things we needed and a couple of gifts, then my mom and I went to Belk and shopped for myself and Clay’s Christmas. We also ate lunch out, and we finished shopping and were back home chilling out about 3 hours after we left.
November 27, 2010: Today, I’m thankful for ice packs.
I ran 9 miles on Black Friday. NINE Thanksgiving dinner and leftover powered miles. On a treadmill.
Okay, so I didn’t run nine miles straight. I ran 3 miles, took a break to call someone, ran 3 more miles, took a bathroom break, then finished out the run. I still count it as 9 miles because I didn’t leave the gym or really *stop*, I just took breaks when necessary :).
My hamstring was pretty sore that night. Gotta love Hello Kitty shaped ice packs (I think they are really supposed to go in kids’ lunchboxes) and yoga the next morning! I wasn’t sore anymore after the yoga.
But I guess I am a poster child for why you shouldn’t run the day after a long run, icy hot pain relief cream, and of course, ice packs.
November 28, 2010: Today, I am thankful for Christmas decorations with meaning behind them.
I am now the proud owner of a ton of Christmas ornaments, thanks to my mom, my aunt, my grandma, and various people who made or gave ornaments to them. That’s right- I brought all of the family Christmas treasures back with me to decorate with.
I’m not one for formulaic Christmas trees that look like a store. If I wanted to decorate a Christmas tree that looked like it belonged in a store, with all the same colors of ornaments and perfect decorations, I’d get a job in retail. Some of these ornaments are practically antique, others are ornaments my mother cross-stitched, and others are ornaments from my childhood. Yep- Big Bird, Mickey Mouse, and other quintessential memories of a child of the millennial generation like myself.
Rudolph was a gift from Granny. I don’t remember exactly how old I was when she gave him to me, except that I was a *little* too old (probably around middle school age).
Rudolph’s not like my Build-a-Bear or the stuffed lion my parents brought me from Mt. Rushmore. I think Rudolph came from CVS Pharmacy when Granny was bored and waiting on her medicine. Nevertheless, I always pulled out Rudolph and sat him underneath the Christmas tree each Christmas.
Last year, after Granny was hospitalized, I took Rudolph to keep her company. As with any hospital, the room was pretty basic. My mini-Christmas tree was at the office, so I hung a stocking and placed Rudolph on Granny’s bedside table.
When the hospital moved Granny to McLeod Hospice House, I called my high school friend Adam (who was one of her nurses), and he said he’d personally make sure that Rudolph made it to the hospice house. Adam didn’t let me down.
Neither did Rudolph. He stayed beside her bedside until the night she passed away at 4 AM and the next day, when I went to gather up her stuff.
This weekend was the first time I’d pulled out Rudolph since Granny passed away. It wasn’t easy, but I know every year, when I put Rudolph under my tree, I’ll think of Granny. I always liked Rudolph, but now, pulling Rudolph out of the box of Christmas decorations will be even more special.