The plan to leave early Wednesday, before the second wave of bumper to bumper traffic hit the freeway, worked out perfectly. I practically had the freeway to myself; and the rain, just beginning as I headed out, was coming up behind me on the drive, so I reached my destination before it caught up.
Race Day didn’t work out quite so well.
Though it was raining Race Day, Twin 2 and I grabbed our umbrellas, and headed to race site thinking the weather would get better, or at least remain at a level we’d be able to compete in.
The weather did not get better. Nor did it remain at a doable level. It got worse and, by the time we reached package pickup, it was a full-fledged storm. Deciding neither one of us wanted to risk pneumonia, we picked up our package, I snagged a few photos, after which we headed out to Twin 1's place in the beach area.
So, no new medal this time around. The next opportunity to earn a medal isn’t until January 2020, when I participate in Run to the Beat 5K. The Archeologist turned me onto that 5K and, the way she explained it, musicians will accost us on the course and play music at us. LOL.
Sounds like a blast.
Had Twin 2 not been driving, I don’t think I’d have made it to the brood this year because driving in the storm was scary. I can’t tell you how many automobiles we saw that had hydroplaned and turned themselves around ─ some all banged up from hitting something. But we ourselves made it safe and sound.
Having passed on the 5K, we arrived early at Twin 1's and, planning to leave early ─ because Twin 2 didn’t feel comfortable driving in bad weather at night, I only got to touch base with a handful of the brood. Others were arriving later. But that handful was enough. More than enough.
I’m just happy Thanksgiving is over and hopefully I’ll have no other family obligations for at least a year.
Twin 1 loved the needlepoint I made for her.
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Twin 1 also cooked her butt off ─ not just for family, but so she could see to it the Skid Row homeless were fed today, the day after.
Since I didn’t get to race in my pilgrim’s outfit this year, I put it on to present the meal for what Twin 1 refers to not as Thanksgiving, but as Stolen Land Day.
Twin 2 dug up and presented me with two old photos, for scrapbooking, of me in my younger years.
My reaction was one of surprise ─ "Damn! I didn't realize how hot I was back then". LOL
My dearest and oldest (in years known) friend always same the same thing when one of us turns up a picture of us as hot young ladies. If young girls who are insecure about their looks good here us talk about how we thought we looked at the time and how we now know we looked at the time, they would quit their worrying and dieting and have more fun. Sorry you didn't get to run your race but sounds like the holiday went well and you made it home with your mind in one piece.
ReplyDeleteThat is so true. I was insecure about my looks back then and always dieting. I had no idea how hot I truly was. It all makes sense now as to why the guys went crazy over me. Even now, I'm insecure about how I look even though I get compliments all the time for looking so good for my age. I guess when I'm 90, I'll look back and think what a hot senior I was. LOL.
DeleteSo glad that your trip went safely.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of dressing up in your Pilgrim outfit for Thanksgiving. They will always remember that!
Also very glad that Twin 1 loved the needlepoint, it was SO much work. Her loving it makes all those hours you put into it worthwhile. Now a family heirloom.
Those ARE some good-looking photos of you :-)
ReplyDeleteYou were hot. :LOL
ReplyDeleteThose are some gorgeous blast from the Past images of you... and you're still looking good! Glad it went okay except for the inclement weather, ours didn't, I was glad when it was over!
ReplyDeleteStolen Land Day is a good moniker for turkey day.
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