This week I’m Thinking Out Loud about what a bad daughter I am. I’ve always believed we ended up moving to NY, at least partially, because my parents were elderly and that made us much closer to them (although it doesn’t explain why my inlaws moved away from the east coast to the west coast when we moved up here!).
Whatever. It’s my blog and I’ll believe what I want to.
How often do you visit your folks?
When we lived in TX, the answer was not often. My folks lived in NY.
Then we moved to NY. And my parents are quite elderly. I swear the minute we leave, my mom is asking when we’re coming to visit again. Assuring me the bed is waiting for us.
We now live 90 minutes away. Which is more like almost 2 hours, since we usually took the dogs, and now of course it’s just Lola. And while Lola doesn’t have the health issues Chester had, trips in the car other than around town make her nervous, so we need to make a pitstop.
And so naturally we’re planning to bring her to ME with us for my next half. (And don’t forget to use JLitt to get $5 off the registration for Shipyard Maine Coast Half).
We usually go down about once a month, but that depends on what’s going on in our lives and the weather. If we stay overnight it’s basically a lost weekend. Once a month.
So seriously, I’m curious, how often do you see your folks? How close or far away do you live from them?
Traveling with food
And because my mother rarely serves healthy food, yes, I often travel with my own food. It depends on how much I’m running, where my weight is at, and how long we’re staying.
This weekend I brought the makings for a microwave breakfast cookie in a mason jar (all I had to add was half a mashed banana and 1 tbsp milk) and lentil vegetable soup (also in a mason jar).
Very glad I did . . . bagel and lox was on the menu for breakfast. It’s my mom’s go-to for company. She know my husband likes it (and she stocks diet coke for him, too). Bagel and lox is not a great breakfast for me if I’ve only run 3 miles.
Part of why I pack the healthy food is because I knew we were going out to dinner, and I had every intention of ordering a not-so-healthy meal. Which I did . . . and enjoyed every bite (while not actually consuming the whole thing).
All that packing
So now it’s just one dog, but I swear it didn’t make going away for just one night any easier: food, supplements, treats, kongs, bed, crate, harness, leash, coat . . . geez, it’s like mobilizing an army.
And because one day was cold and the next was warmer and I was running — yeah, I brought an entire suitcase (small; it fits in the overhead). I really admire people that can just throw some stuff in a backpack, but you put in those running shoes, a pair of Sketchers boots that could double as slippers and which I ended up using when I walked Lola (again and again and again), my running journal, my running clothes . . .
I can travel light, but only if I’m not running, and I’m always running!
Like, a lot.
I find myself walking around the house, doing chores, and realizing I’m slumped like a little old lady.
I pull myself up when I realize it, but it seems like just a few minutes later I get involved in something and I’m slouched again!
If I’d lived in the 19th Century . . .
No doubt not only wouldn’t I be running, I’d also be working my fingers to the bone while my husband studied talmud (ever seen Yentl?).
Because that was the mindset: the women worked, the men studied.
I swear my mother-in-law still has that mindset, despite not being very religious at all. But she believes it’s a woman’s job to take care of her husband. My mom raised all of us to be pretty independent.
I try to lead by example, but I’m also of the opinion that you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink.
It’s been a month . . .
. . . since we said goodbye to Chester. So hard to believe. The crying is over, but I still miss him every day. I know, from experience, that won’t always be the case, but it’s likely to be the case for a long, long time. I think it took at least a year when we lost Simba before I stopped thinking about him everyday.
Just yesterday UPS came by to deliver something and the house was quiet, and while the barking was annoying, now I miss it. Yesterday was also the first time I slept without Chester protecting me, as my husband was away overnight on a business trip, in 10 years.
I stopped by the cardiologist’s office to donate what was left of his meds (a lot). One med he was on was hydrocodone, which is a controlled substance. You could only get a month’s supply at a time, which was a pain, because even though we got it at a regular pharmacy, we had to go every month. And now I need to call them so they can stop calling us to remind us to refill it.
And then you can’t donate the remaining pills! That just seems silly to me. Why can’t they just count them and put them back into the pharmacy? It’s not like they compound the pills themselves. I have to throw them out. Such a waste.
Can you travel lightly when you’re running?
I’m linking up with Amanda at Running with Spoons for her: