Over the holidays I was lamenting to my mom my inability a) to remember details more than a week past if I don’t write them down and b) to actually write things down. Who was my best friend in middle school? No idea. That cousin had a baby? That I’ve babysat? When?
I introduced myself to people who have known me my whole life on this trip. How embarrassing. Heaven help me when I’m old and chasing kids around. I’m so grateful when friends and family members take up documenting our collective lives in scrapbooks and, more recently blogs and flickr streams, as their effort seems to supplement my own lack of note taking.
So I was telling all this to my mom about trying and failing (for about 2 weeks in a row!) to keep a One Sentence Journal when she reminded me of this blog. Oh yeah, what a great place to put a little log of daily activities. Why didn’t I think of that? Probably because I tend to overthink my posts and put off writing until I have something clever or significant to say. I’m going to try to break that habit, and New Year’s resolution #1 is to try and post at least a few times a week about whatever is going on.
SO… Today, we flew back from Dallas to San Diego. We got up at 5am in below-freezing weather and braved a little remaining ice and snow on the ground to the airport. We landed a few hours later in 72-degree sunshine. It is so good to be home :) The trip was so fun but exhausting. I feel like I just attended a 10-day conference where I needed to be listening and learning every minute. Oh, and I got sick halfway through, sick like I haven’t been in ages. But the good parts were really good, like seeing family I haven’t seen in years and some I hadn’t met (or remember meeting, see above).
My grandmother was so, so happy to get a picture with each and every one of her children and grandchildren and spouses. This first group was just one weekend – the other weekend was occupied by a different family gathering, pictured below. Scott, who has only one cousin he barely knows, looked a little overwhelmed for ten days straight. I think he’s currently recovering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
I came in today like a whirling dervish and got unpacked and all the laundry done and am now watching my neighbor/ business partner’s three-year-old daughter (who is thankfully asleep) while he is at the doctor. Apparently what I have went around here too, so I didn’t stand a chance.
Tomorrow begins the back-to-the-real-world phase, with deadlines and client meetings and my standing exercise walk with a girlfriend bright and early. The Real World found Scott even earlier, as tonight is back to school for my favorite architecture adjunct professor. He has more students this term than ever before, so he’s looking forward to a busy few months as well.