first, let me say this – THIS IS FOR YOU, SANDRA LEE! because amy told me that you go to work and look forward to reading what i’ve written. amy acted like i should have already known this, but as i’ve written, the only people who i know read religiously are christine and jerri.
sandra is my AUNT sandra, the only aunt i have, and she’s funny and wonderful and fun. why don’t you come down for a visit soon, sandra lee? maybe when spring finally hits. it LOOKS like it’s summertime, but i wore TWO COATS today because i was pissed off at the cold.
anyway, my arm pain went away, i don’t know why, but i was so happy it did that i decided to run for an hour. i didn’t intend to run that long, but one foot followed the other, and suddenly an hour had passed. actually, it was that suddenly a half hour had passed, and i decided i’d better turn around and go back home. i passed the bears in the zoo, who were sleepng soundly despite some annoying youths who were hanging over their enclosure, yelling down at them. how would you like it if somebody did that to you when you were trying to sleep?
i then cleaned vigorously for an hour, and then gave one massage this afternoon. and for some reason, i was suddenly hit with this amazing feeling of happiness, the feeling that usually happens with the endorphin rush. i couldn’t for the life of me figure out why it suddenly happened a few hours after the actual endorphins releasing (is that what endorphins do, they release? like release dolphins into the wild? or whatever type of animal it is that one releases?). all i knew was that it felt great to feel so good.
perhaps this was also combined with the ongoing feeling of happiness at WINNING the triathlon.
so, tonight, dad’s surprise birthday dinner. i do have to say it was slightly anti-climactic. randy had hoped we’d be going to paris, france. instead we went to the Chesapeake seafood house. i had a fine meal, but i’m very sorry to report that dad’s meal wasn’t so great. i don’t know of many worse things than the birthday person, especially dad, getting a bad birthday meal.
somebody should always order for him in restaurants, i think. because he frequently orders the one thing that just isn’t good. he ordered a monster-collosal fried seafood platter. this included fried lobster, which of course doesn’t sound right at all.
sad for dad.
but the good thing is that we all sat at a big round table, so we could all talk to each other, instead of a long table where you can’t really converse with people at the other end. we had a lovely time, despite dad’s unfortunate food choice. at least there was plenty of bread, and more importantly, plenty of butter.
dad has a thing about butter. sort of a butter-addiction.
here’s a photo i took of him and shortie tonight:
we came home and had cake and ice cream and dad opened his gifts. here’s a photo of dad and shortie and the cake:
dad is inspecting a box of candy he got. note the three cans of easy cheese in the foreground. mom got him that. dad loves easy cheese as well as chocolate. i take after him in a lot of ways.
ok, one more photo for right now. this is the centerpiece on my parents’ table. it’s very fabulous, i think. a strange and unusual antique.
ok, this is the VERY LAST PHOTO tonight – this is my brother, david, because i don’t think there are any photos of him here anywhere. he’s holding a candle that randy bought dad at the lincoln museum. randy says there are all kinds of wonderful things there, and i want to go to the giftshop pronto. maybe this week.
that is all for now. all this uploading takes a while, because i have the very very slow internet connection. someday, i’ll have a fast one. someday.
i’m going to post the flyer that i wrote and took around today, so you can read it if you can’t get a flyer. i was going to do that right now, but i’m too tired. tomorrow, maybe. although i’m very very busy tomorrow with thousands of massages, and tomorrow night i’m taking my parents to see george winston – that’s the gift i got for dad. i wanted to get him something intangible, because if you know my dad, you’ll know that he doesn’t need ANY MORE STUFF. not one more item of anything.
ok then,
grace quickly slipping into a sleepy state, soon to be horizontal here in bed where i type and i love being able to type right here in bed.