Manic Monday
I just finished a hectic weekend and Monday has been a day to relax, but also a day full of emotion. My mom came for the weekend to help me pack for my big move across the country. Like I told her, I can pack a car, a truck, and a van but for some reason I just cannot pack a box. With her help we were able to box up close to 80% of my stuff without using many boxes. Now I look around a rather bare apartment and feel a variety of emotions. First I feel the excitement of moving to some place new, then I move to feelings of sadness leaving a place that is close to home and near lots of friends and family, then I move to the nervousness of going to some place new. I know everything will be great, but there are still so many people to say goodbye to and there are still boxes that need to be packed and addresses that need to be changed and all sorts of things I have to pay for. Plus I am starting a new job a week before the kids start school so I have to hit the ground running.
But there were some fun moments from this weekend. I always love to spend time with my mom (no offense to the rest of my family). She and I have a lot of things in common and a lot of things where we are polar opposites. I am loud, my mom is very quiet (except when I get her going) but we both love beer and sports. We had some good laughs this weekend and some touching moments that I am just going to keep between her and I. But one moment I wanted to write about was when we took a break to eat lunch and watch the tail end of the Iron Man competition. You know, after all the well groomed athletes crossed. There were some amazingly touching stories as part of the race. A guy running for another guy who had ALS and he rolled across the finish line just like wheel chair bound ALS Iron Man had the year before (shortly after Iron Man the disease took his legs and shortly after this years race he passed away). There was also a 79 year-old nun who finished with 1 minute remaining. Both stories, which I can not do just to were inspirational and reminded me in an era when athletes are cheating to get an advantage, there are some people out there to give us hope.
But there were some fun moments from this weekend. I always love to spend time with my mom (no offense to the rest of my family). She and I have a lot of things in common and a lot of things where we are polar opposites. I am loud, my mom is very quiet (except when I get her going) but we both love beer and sports. We had some good laughs this weekend and some touching moments that I am just going to keep between her and I. But one moment I wanted to write about was when we took a break to eat lunch and watch the tail end of the Iron Man competition. You know, after all the well groomed athletes crossed. There were some amazingly touching stories as part of the race. A guy running for another guy who had ALS and he rolled across the finish line just like wheel chair bound ALS Iron Man had the year before (shortly after Iron Man the disease took his legs and shortly after this years race he passed away). There was also a 79 year-old nun who finished with 1 minute remaining. Both stories, which I can not do just to were inspirational and reminded me in an era when athletes are cheating to get an advantage, there are some people out there to give us hope.
posted by Chris | 3:53 PM
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