Last year, on Thanksgiving, I went for a walk over a bridge with my camera in tow. It was that walk which made me really covet a telephoto lens, but that’s neither here nor there.
This year, I wanted to do a Turkey Trot. Since that wasn’t going to happen… a Bridge Tour it was, again.
Except that this year, I went by bike, and over two bridges instead of just one. Next year, I will do a Turkey Trot. But if tradition dictates that I have to take a photography crawl over a bridge or two… I think I’ll add a third as well.
Speaking of riding my bike, last night I went to the pottery place to pick up the bowls my friend and I painted last week. Guess what? They were closed. My friend had called to ask if the bowls were ready, and they didn’t say anything about closing early, so I was pretty ticked off. Not because I was riding in nearly freezing temperatures in the dark — turns out I actually like riding at night, if only the obnoxious motorists could be eliminated from the equation — but it’s just the principle of the matter. So, no bowls.
In looking back at my posts from last November, I proved to myself that I was correct in thinking that my house is invaded around this time every year. (Actually, this house has been Hotel Central since before Rosh Hashana, which was two months ago, and it’s really starting to drive me insane.) I remember this because it really, really, really sucks to finally have a day off and look forward to being able to enjoy the peace and quiet and my own space, only to find that, whoops, it isn’t my own space after all, because it’s crawling with people who have set up camp here and make me feel like an impostor in my own house.
If you’re assuming that it’s normal to have family invade at this time of year, allow me to clarify: we don’t actually celebrate Thanksgiving in the sense of the whole gather-together-and-have-a-big-dinner thing. So there is no reason for the invasion… other than to drive me insane. Because of course the world revolves around me.
And also to drive up the electric bill, I guess, by leaving lights blazing all over the house. Maybe electricity is free in their part of the world. Or, more likely, they don’t actually care that this is not a hotel, because for all intents and purposes, it is a hotel!
Can’t wait to get a hotel of my own… I’m going on my “consolation prize” vacation next week. I’m happy to finally be able to dive again — I haven’t since May — but I would rather be able to do the Bermuda half marathon too.
Apparently, I’ve become a sweatshirt designer.
And I’ve also acquired a set of drums.
Being pretty much the least musical person on the planet, I am not about to shell out for a drum set. But I do think creating a massive racket would be therapeutic, even if it’s nowhere near as good as running. Someone actually gave these to me. And my parents are hopping mad. I don’t see why they care — if I want them to hear me, screaming at the top of my lungs is not loud enough!
In stress fractures (yes, plural form) recovery news… I haven’t any idea. I mean, it hardly hurts anymore, but that doesn’t mean anything at all. Quite frankly, I don’t care if it’s fractured or not (okay, I care, but you know what I mean)… I just want to be able to run!!
Evidently, that is asking too much.
Anyway, hope you’ve all had a lovely Thanksgiving.