I'm afraid I don't have much to say today. Mostly because I am a little worried about Mommy and Pop, my in-laws on Long Island. This damned Hurricane Sandy is hitting them pretty hard. Their electricity went out yesterday afternoon, and I haven't heard from them since. Mommy has a cell phone, but she's so paranoid about it running out of battery, that she has it turned off, and will only use it if they have a real emergency.
I know that they are well-stocked with food and candles and medicinal blackberry brandy, so I feel sure they're okay. I'm more worried that they're driving each other crazy. I said to Mommy yesterday morning, "What on earth are you doing to do if the television goes out? You might have to actually talk to each other!" Her answer? "We might kill each other!" I suggested she should track down a deck of cards or something. Neither of them reads at all. I really can't imagine what they'll do in the dark for several days. Who knows, maybe it will rekindle the romance. Naaaaaah.
I ran my 5K! I actually ran it and finished it! I was...slow. But not the slowest. I kept thinking that I must be at the very back of the pack, but after I crossed the finish line, people continued to trickle in behind me for the next 5 or 10 minutes. So I must not have been as slow as I thought. It was STINKING HOT too - 86 degrees out there in Pasadena, which made it much harder than it needed to be. They had told us ahead of time that they would have water stations "throughout the course". So I didn't carry a water bottle with me. Well, they turned out to only have ONE water station, at the halfway point. And it was the first half of the run that was in FULL SUN. So by the time I reached halfway, my butt was dragging, and my mouth and lips had gone completely dry. I thought I might die. Really. I thought "I might just pass out from dehydration. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?" And it was the fear of embarrassment that kept me going until I got to the water. Then, after I finally got some water, the course turned around and we were running in the BLESSED SHADE! It was like a miracle. So the second half of the run was much easier, and seriously, I was just thinking that I must have about another mile to go when suddenly there was the finish line! And best of all, I raised $525 for the Epilepsy Foundation!! Hurray for Team Sophie, who raised $6,306.00 altogether. I took a picture of myself with Elizabeth, who masterminded Team Sophie, but it's so terrible that I am going to spare us both much misery and not post it on the internet. Here are ugly pictures of me before and after the race.
Not too much the worse for wear. To all of you who contributed - THANK YOU so much! It's not too late to make your contribution - CLICK HERE to go to my home page and make a donation.
The other night, Jude, Jimmy and I were watching an old horror movie, The Murders in the Rue Morgue, and after a scene where the old-fashioned lady and man were kind of courting each other, Jude suddenly said to me "Girls are different now than they used to be." "How is that, Jude?" I asked. "It used to be that girls fell in love with you if you were handsome and kind," he said, "but now they just want you to be sexy. What's wrong with girls these days?!" Jimmy and I were slightly floored! Who knew he was such an old-fashioned soul?
This is a really funny website...Engrish. It's all about being lost in translation. Here are a few I loved...
This sign was marking the Smoking Section in a Tokyo restaurant...
What do y'all feel about helicoptering? You know, being a "helicopter parent", the one who swoops in and saves the day? I am torn. On one hand, I really know that Jude needs to learn to be responsible, and be proactive in getting things done, and putting things where they belong, as opposed to having me nag and remind him constantly. But at the same time, I don't want to see him fail for stupid, silly things. Yesterday, I totally helicoptered, and I'm a little ashamed. But not. When I was cleaning "the pile" on the dining room table, I found Jude's Spanish homework, that he had failed to stick into his backpack, and that I knew was due that day, and if he hadn't turned it in, it would have dropped his grade a full letter grade. Soooooo...I drove it down to the school and saved his butt. What do y'all think? Should I have let him take the fail and would it have taught him a lesson? Or is he just a typical scatterbrained boy, and I was kindly keeping him from getting a poor grade, which I know would have CRUSHED him? Am I doing him a disservice by saving him?
Okay, I'm going to go watch the Sandy news. My thoughts and prayers are with Mommy and Pop and ALL of you east coasters! Go see Stacy and more randomness. Pretty please.