Well enough to go walking this morning

Squalicum Harbor at Zuanich Point Park

When I woke this morning, I decided I was well enough to go out and walk with the Fairhaven walkers, even though I still have a sore throat. My sneezing has stopped, so I quickly went online to see whether it would be a good idea to exercise or not. I discovered that, according to WebMD, one should do the "neck check" to decide whether to exercise or not. In other words,

If your symptoms are above the neck, including a sore throat, nasal congestion, sneezing, and tearing eyes, then it's OK to exercise. If your symptoms are below the neck, such as coughing, body aches, fever, and fatigue, then it's time to hang up the running shoes until these symptoms subside.

We walked five miles or so at a fast clip, and I felt just fine, except for that pesky sore throat. I was careful not to hug anyone or spread my germs in any way as we walked to Zuanich Point Park from downtown. You can see in the above picture that it wasn't raining, but there was also no chance of having any sunshine.

The walking group

 We even had a man join us this morning, where we usually have a large group of women only. Most men get a bit intimidated that there are no other men around, I guess. They don't often return for a second trip. Afterwards, several of us went for coffee, and I got a chance to see Rita's new cast.

Rita and her lime-green cast

She was tap dancing when she slipped and broke her wrist. She had a brace for awhile, but when she went to the orthopedic surgeon, he felt that a cast was a better idea and asked her what color she'd like. She decided to match it to her iPhone case! I guess she won't be hiking for awhile, since she can't very well use her trekking poles or put her backpack on easily. She was given some pain medications but needed to ask her next-door neighbor to open the childproof package.

I do feel better after exercising, but it sure does feel good to be home and cozy in my own warm home. I guess now I can feel okay about binge-watching the second series of House of Cards on Netflix!
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I didn't go hiking today

Last week's group while I was in Texas

I arrived back home last night after an uneventful flight and long bus ride from Seattle to Bellingham. Everything was just as it should have been, except for one thing: my nose was running, I was stuffy and sneezing, and I realized at some point that I've got the cold I always seem to catch whenever I'm traveling. Whether it was the stress of the past week or all the hugs and handshakes, it doesn't matter: I'm not feeling well.

While in Texas, I received the above picture in a text from Rita, the photographer, meaning there were eleven intrepid hikers last Thursday when the temperature was well below freezing. I got a really nice email from Peggy, telling me that Fred pulled out his smartphone and read my Thursday post for them when they stopped for a very quick lunch break.

Really, I was so looking forward to hiking with them today, but it just didn't seem like the prudent thing to do, with me probably contagious and not actually willing to be on a day-long hike when I'm feeling like this. I did go to the Y this morning and worked up a sweat, which I hope will help me get over this more quickly.

Because everyone expected me to be there, complete with my usual brownies, I sent an email to Al to let him know I am under the weather. He wrote back with a "you too?" and said he "did trail work with his face," Rita fell and broke her wrist, and another hiker is in the hospital with atrial fibrillation. I am assuming his remark means he fell and banged up his face.

Although it was a very healing experience in many ways, last week was really hard. Being with my siblings and our extended family was wonderful, but I guess it's to be expected that my immune system couldn't keep up with the stress. Every morning I was at my brother's home, I would rise before anyone else, open my laptop and visit my blogging universe while I drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

My laptop in the Stewart living room

I took that picture to remind myself of the place I liked to sit in the morning when at my brother's home. He and his wife Phyllis are the salt of the earth, and if I had to be anywhere other than in sunny Florida, or my own home town, it can't be beat. But I do hope I won't be going back there any time soon, unless it's for a joyous occasion.
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Return home tomorrow

Buz on our cold but dry walk

I smiled ruefully when I got ready to go out and walk this morning, finding that here in Texas it's colder than at home in Bellingham. Every day since I got to Arlington I've walked around this track at Stovall Park with my sister Norma Jean, but she went back to sunny and warm Florida yesterday, so I persuaded my brother Buz to go with me today. We walked four miles in windy 30-degree weather, which made it feel like 23 degrees F.

It's been a good visit with family, even though it wasn't what I expected when I made reservations in December to travel to Florida in February. PJ's death brought us all together this week with a determination to create the best tribute we could to our sister. I wrote about the Celebration of Life here, and tomorrow it's time to return to my own life. We are all stronger and more bonded from this week's events, and I feel incredibly fortunate to be part of such a family.

While walking this morning, I saw this batch of mistletoe in one of the bare trees in the park.

Mistletoe with berries

In reading that link above (about mistletoe), I learned that even though it is a parasite, it is a beneficial one to many different species of trees and bushes, since the berries attract birds. From that link:

Mistletoe was often considered a pest that kills trees and devalues natural habitats, but was recently recognized as an ecological keystone species, an organism that has a disproportionately pervasive influence over its community. A broad array of animals depend on mistletoe for food, consuming the leaves and young shoots, transferring pollen between plants, and dispersing the sticky seeds. 

I also learned that in pre-Christian Europe, mistletoe was seen as a representation of divine male essence, and thus romance, fertility and vitality. That means I can wish all you ladies romance for Valentine's Day in the spirit of mistletoe!
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Today is the Celebration of Life

Pictures from the Family Dinner

Last night we got together for a family dinner of those who have gathered from near and far to celebrate my sister PJ's life. Stewart, PJ's husband, is the lone person in the red cap. He asked for us to congregate and last night told us that, to him, this dinner is the most important way he wished to remember PJ and her family.

The two people in the upper left are PJ's son Joseph and his wife Stephanie. Below them is her other son Jason with wife Golda, and two sets of twins, Isaac and Levi, and Annebelle and Jonah. PJ was inordinately fond of her four beautiful grandchildren. I get to see their progress on Facebook. In the lower right are the surviving sisters, Norma Jean, me, Markee, and Fia (with Stewart in the background). In the upper right are PJ's brother Buz and his wife Phyllis. (Norma Jean and I are staying with them.)

There were others who were present, of course, but I wanted to share with you PJ's closest family. She was a teller of jokes, and I'm sure today we will share some of our favorite moments with her. I keep being distracted as I'm listening to Buz and Norma Jean sharing with each other some of their favorite stories about PJ. She added a certain level of levity to our family gatherings, and she could always be counted on to pull out some kind of game for us to enjoy. Many times I was reluctant to play, but when I did it was always fun.

It's the best thing of all to be with family, isn't it?
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What a change from Florida

Wintertime in Florida, picture taken by Norma Jean

Well, I did get two wonderful days of sunny and warm Florida. In fact, it was almost too warm for me yesterday: it got up to 85 degrees F during the day. We went for a nice walk around the ponds in her retirement community, and I got to swim twice with her in the outdoor pool at the Y. It was wonderful, but now it's time for family duty. Norma Jean was able to get a cheap flight from Tampa by taking two flights, and I'm now sitting outside her gate at the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport having a coffee and writing this post. She will arrive in another two hours.

DFW Airport view

This is what it looks like where I am now, 19 degrees F and snowing. Our brother will come to pick us up after Norma Jean arrives and we'll start the next phase of this journey. PJ's funeral (or memorial service, I'm not sure which right now) will be held in the afternoon on Saturday at Lucas Funeral Home in Grapevine. Until then, I'll be gathered with the remaining siblings and extended family. I always love to stay with my brother Buz and his wife Phyllis, but this won't be any kind of vacation for any of us.

What I do hope is that we will be able to celebrate PJ's life and accomplishments in a way that will make everyone feel better, including me. I keep thinking that she didn't suffer... that means a lot. She was only 63, with a birthday due next month, so she almost made it to 64.
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In sunny Florida, but not for long

Norma Jean, Icarus, and golf cart

I arrived here in Florida after a fairly grueling day of travel, but the really hard part has been all the family turmoil going on behind the scenes. My sister PJ passed away late Saturday or early Sunday. I found out about it while I was writing my usual Sunday morning post on my other blog. I was almost finished with it and at the last minute I found a picture of PJ that I took at our last reunion and posted it. After a flurry of back-and-forth telephone calls, it was decided that I would go ahead and travel to Florida and once we knew the plans for the week, we would fly to Texas to be with our family as we arrange for a memorial for her. PJ's two sons and her husband are in charge of details, and Norma Jean and I will fly out of here on Thursday, the day after tomorrow, to a very cold and blustery Dallas area.

Norma Jean and my sister in Canada will both return home on Monday, and I will stay in Texas with my relatives there until my original return flight on the 12th. So, it's today and tomorrow here, then off to deal with the trauma we are all facing regarding the loss of the first sibling of six of us. I thought it was last fall when PJ had a serious heart attack, but I learned it was actually in the spring, and she had survived for almost a year before succumbing to another, final episode on Saturday. She was rushed to the hospital, but there was nothing they could do for her.

Last night the family all had a group call on Skype (audio only) and we worked out the details of when we would have the memorial service. It looks like it will be this Saturday. There just didn't seem to be any reason for me to return to Florida for one day and then travel back home the day after that. This is not the vacation I was expecting, but one does what one must when life's exigencies require it. Three years ago, I spent three weeks with Norma Jean after her husband Pete died, and now this. At least we will all be together and can support each other through this trying time.

Today and tomorrow I will make an attempt to soak up as much of the Florida sunshine as I can. This morning I joined Norma Jean in her usual swim at the Y, although I was only able to swim for half as long as she did. Tomorrow we will do the same, and then early on Thursday we will travel to Texas to be with the rest of our siblings and their family. This morning we went through all the old family pictures Norma Jean had from over the years, looking for pictures of our sister to share with the others, captured moments with PJ that the others might not have seen.

Patricia June Stewart Merrill 1950–2014

I took this picture of PJ at our Thanksgiving feast in 2012. It was the last time that the six of us were all together, and although it will be hard, we will share the sorrow with one another, and remember the very special person she was. I will probably miss my usual Thursday post because of travel, but you never know. Be well, hug your family, and give thanks for this wonderful day, until we meet again.
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Chinese New Year and more

Canadian mountains seen from Bellingham

As I was driving to the meeting spot at Boulevard Park to begin the walk this morning with the Fairhaven walking group, I happened to see these gorgeous mountains lit up by the sunrise, with a narrow strip of sunlight and grey clouds overhead. Beautiful! I had to share this with you. We walked more than five miles at a fast clip and had coffee together before heading home.

Did you know that yesterday was the first day of the Chinese New Year? It starts with the first lunar new moon of the calendar year. This is the Year of the Horse, one of twelve animals that cycle through their calendar. I was born during a Horse year, not to mention at the end of the year under Sagittarius, making me doubly horsy, I guess. Anyway, that link gives some predictions about the upcoming year.

And tomorrow, well, you know where 100 million Americans will be, don't you? I was shocked to find out how many people watch the Superbowl, and you can bet that many Washingtonians will be watching on pins and needles. Go Hawks! My Seahawks thumbnails are a little battered but still hanging in there.

The day after tomorrow I will spend all day traveling to visit my sister Norma Jean, and it looks like it's just in time: the next week is going to be quite a bit below normal here in Bellingham, but lots of sunshine and warm temperatures are expected in Florida, now that their cold snap is gone. Next Tuesday I'll post from there, hopefully showing me having fun!
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