I just sat down to start figuring out what to get for everyone and Jen's not on my list.
The idea of officially grieving for a year or at the very least, expecting to grieve for a year, is so true and necessary. The year of events and holidays and birthdays is hard and sad and tough. Her birthdays is coming up too.
2009 can not come soon enough. The grief will never end, just change, but there is something about getting out of this horrible year that makes me feel better.
When you are married to a Frey, particularly one from the Metroplex in Texas, you have to know you will be watching Cowboys football most weekends. Today is more than just a Cowboys game. Today is a double header Frey Rivalry day. Freyvalry, if you will. (Okay, you don't have to). Cowboys vs. Seattle Seahawks (where Kurt's brother lives) and later, U of Texas (Hook 'em horns!) vs. Texas A&M (Gig 'em Aggies!). Kurt and his mom both attended UT (Y'all Fight!) and Kurt's bro went to A&M. See how it is? In between we are going to eat at a nearby restaurant. So who wins? ME!
While the Cowboys have been kicking Seahawk tail, I have been making a new blog. Check it!
All that comfort eating is paying off just the way you would expect. I've put on a few pounds. Funny how that works after not exercising either...I'm slowly working my way back to a routine of wii fit and walking.
It's Monday and it's a short week. Thank the gods.
I was thinking about "small kid time" this weekend, flashing back to a memory from when we
lived at 164. Quick explanation: When we were kids we learned our addresses so I still remember 5641 (it was 5641, wasn't it? Mom? Dor?) Kalanianiole Hiway and then the 2nd house I lived in, 164 Kalalau street. Now, instead of referring to the streets we lived on, we say "Remember at 164 when..." So when we lived at 164 I remember having a baby sitter over, a teenaged girl with long blonde hair. She got her leg stuck in these old school desk/chair combo things we had. She couldn't get out and there were no parents around so someone called the fire department. The memory is so vivid of those big men in their big hats in our playroom as we all stood around. What is not so vivid is how they got her leg unstuck. But oh well. Another vivid memory from 164 was that our neighbor a few houses down had their garage struck by lightning. After the storm was over, we went to their house and there was a huge hole in the eaves. That was pretty freaky to a 4-5 year old. One easter, we had an easer egg hunt in the yard and patio, all four of us kids running around collecting eggs and candies. The next day, Jen, Dor and Alicia were at school and mom showed me a stash of candies that had not been found the day before: She lifted the small round cover to the Komodo (bbq grill) and there were three brightly colored foil wrapped chocolate eggs. I felt so special that mom had shown me this secret.
I'm sitting at my desk, Pandora* is playing a lovely mix of classical music which is putting me in a very relaxed mood. Looking out my window is not a great view, but I can see the Culver City hills and blue sky with some wispy clouds. There is a hum of activity outside my open office door; digital artists talking to each other, the "wheesh-wheesh" sound of a production assistant using a paper cutter, someone steaming milk in the kitchen for an afternoon latte. I just need the neck/shoulder massage person** to come along and all will be right with the world.
*Everytime I hear/read/say the word "Pandora" I know I could call my mom and make her laugh simply by saying "I knew a girl in school called Pandora. Never got into her box though." Mom and I love our "Notting Hill."
**There is no such person, I just keep hoping one will show up.
I live in Los Angeles. In the summer of 2006 I worked in Mexico City. Instead of sending out giant emails full of photos to friends and families, I started this blog. The summer turned out to be a crazy one and this blog and my camera kept me sane. I didn't want to stop observing and writing when I got home to LA, so I kept the blog going.