Thanksgiving week is finally here

Maybe it would help if I had a calendar hanging in my room.

… In my last blog I wrote that Thanksgiving would be last week according to the time frame. Man, was I wrong. Of course, my few readers failed to point that out to me. But whatever, I can’t alienate them since they are all I got.

I just finished my sixth straight shift and still have three more to go until I get Thanksgiving weekend off. I’ll be driving to Fresno on Thanksgiving morning and will probably arrive at my sister’s house no later than noon. I don’t anticipate heavy traffic in Southern California that morning.

On Friday my entire family will be all together to celebrate my father’s birthday a few days earlier at dinner at a restaurant to be named later. It should be a good week, now that it is finally here.

… Over the past week I’ve been cleaning my room and bathroom. It hasn’t been this clean since, I don’t know when, sometime after I moved in no doubt.

I will say it looks a lot nicer now. I threw away a lot of boxes which saved me plenty of space. I also went through the stacks of mail I had and have another pile of ready-to-shred documents for my nephews and niece to go through for me.

Now, let’s see how long I can keep it like this.

… I watched the final UEFA playoff for the 2010 World Cup between Ireland and France and saw the handball by Thierry Henry that he turned into a crossing pass to William Gallas who scored a goal and led the French to South Africa.

Now it was easy to see and it was clear that the referee blew the call. I believe that Henry unintentionally committed that handball; that ball just ran up on him giving him little time to react.

Should he have said something? In a perfect world, yes, but we don’t live in that world. At the 1962 World Cup a Soviet player told the referee to disallow a goal against Uruguay because it did not cross the goal line. Now, if you look at every World Cup since you’ll find a few goals that should not have been allowed and players knew it but did not say anything.

The simple answer is video replay and it should be looked into; however, don’t anticipate any changes. This is a sport that doesn’t stop the clock leaving players and fans wondering how much time is truly left in a match … well they have a general idea anyway.

Around the block in many ways

Where is my settlement check?

… I began making an effort to get more exercise at the beginning of last year. I began by walking to get endurance built up to run. Now I run for four days with a one hour walk on the fifth day. I ran/walked for 400 miles last year. By the middle of this week, I should be at that mark, just under two months of last year’s pace.

While I have run more this year so far, I have also had to take some weeks off due to vacations, illness and other personal matters. Injuries have slowly gone away during this time. What used to be muscle soreness and nagging shin splints have gone away. Of course, now that I say that, they were probably come back.

I’ve learned many things while running. The biggest is: Missing a week is missing a lot. Trying to pick up where I left off after a week is tough. In order to make that time easier, I eased my way back by not picking up where I left off and easing back in. I find this to be easier, but once I catch up, I think it’ll be time to push myself farther.

I bought new running shoes after the first 400 miles and recently bought new shoes to wear once get over 400. I think it’ll be a tradition.

… Later this week I’ll be attending a reunion for Daily 49er, the school newspaper I worked at for four semesters. The paper is celebrating its 60th anniversary.

This week they will be producing the anniversary issue. It is hard for me to believe that I was there to put the 50th anniversary issue 10 years ago.

That seems like such a far off time because, well, it is. Being there in the fall of 1999 is almost a third of my life ago. It is where I decided this is what I wanted to do for a living and I made a good group of friends, some that I still stay in contact with.

In a way, I look at this anniversary with much more of a personal stake for me since it falls so evenly, 10 years. It does make me pause and recall everything that has gotten me to this moment.

I can’t wait for Friday, even though it is Friday the 13th.

… Next week, for the first time in about seven years I’ll be having Thanksgiving with most of my family. I asked for the day off and will travel up north to be with almost everyone. The next day everyone will be there to have a birthday dinner for my dad who will be celebrating his 80th birthday on the 29th of November.

It will be a special time for the family since it’ll be the first time we’ve all been together since my mother’s funeral in April.

While I’m sure it will weigh on us, I know that my mom will be with us during those times. I’m sure she is looking forward to seeing her children gathering and laughing together. I know I am.

A shot of Novocain

So my 49ers are 3-3 so far this season. They still look better than last year and it looks like Alex Smith is on the cusp of a renaissance.

… The night I got back from Mexico City it rained. Coming from an area where temperatures where in the mid 70s and humid to a cooler rainy night with the windows opened only meant one thing for me, a cold.

Sure enough I got one. Making matter worse was the night I drove home from work the next day in the rain; I got a flat tire and had to change it … on the side of the freeway. Well that was until the CHP came by and told me that it would be better if I drove my car another half mile to an off ramp and complete the tire change.

So, welcome back home. I’m just now getting over being sick; almost two weeks later.

… The dentist is something I’ve been avoiding since I got my crown done in 1997. Well a week before my trip I had a tooth crack. I went three weeks before getting the crown placed. Of course, doing that, they are going to find other things wrong.

In a way, my teeth are better than I thought; I only need three fillings redone. My gums are another problem.

I’m going to need a scaling. For those of you that don’t know what that is, it is where they really clean your gums so good that you need Novocain. So yes, it’s painful. The other thing is that it can only be done in four parts with a different quadrant of your mouth done at a time.

So I got that going for me, which is nice.

… Since getting back I’ve been reading about my sister’s adventures in Mexico with my dad and family. She got there after two days after I left and was there longer than me also traveling from Mexico City to Guadalajara. Looking all the photos and reading the stories she wrote about the trip makes me want to go to the state of Jalisco even more. She got to see the pueblos my parents came from and meet family.

Seeing what she got to see and the people she meet has given me more incentive to tell my dad the next time I talk to him: When are we going back?

So yes, I’m looking forward to my next trip to Mexico with my dad.

Day eight, Mexico City: Home

The day was quiet for the most part, other than me leaving of course. I walked around the neighborhood for a while just to see what was going on. My aunt made me a light breakfast and I sat around talking with family.

I saw my cousin from Jalisco for the first time since he brought my Tia Irene on Saturday. We talked for a little bit before they went to the downtown area and I said goodbye. I also told them when my dad decides to come back to Mexico; I’ll go with him to Jalisco to spend time with family there.

I waited around while my nephew was playing with my PSP until my cousin that showed me around for the better part of the trip to give me a ride to the airport.

On the flight home I thought a lot about the trip and remember things I wanted to write about, but didn’t have the time. Well, now I do.

. . . One morning my uncle asked me if I wanted to see the local newspaper, and of course, I wanted to see how it looked. It was a tabloid newspaper by every definition. The most glaring part – and there were plenty – was the front page photo. It showed a dead man after he was shot in the head with what was inside coming out. I told my uncle that there would be no way this photo would run in the newspaper where I worked.

The newspaper is still an important place for people to get news in Mexico City. Most newsstands I saw had many different newspapers to choose from; unlike in Los Angeles where there are only two newspapers, for the most part.

. . . I was asked several times by my family: “Do you think you could live here?” Well yes and no. I can adjust for the most part but what frightens me the most are the drivers. There are several times I told myself while in the back of a car, “I’d never do that in my car!” Now, I’m not saying I’m a letter perfect driver, but I will say there are certain things I saw that I would never do, like run a red light after stopping at it. The amazing thing is that at some intersections where there are police helping to direct traffic at a light, you could run it and get away with it; pedestrians be damned.

. . . What I will remember the most is I got to experience the day-to-day living of Mexico. When I went to Tokyo last year, I came back to a hotel every night that had a neutral feel where I wasn’t in Japan.

Every day for the past week I woke up, ate and slept like my cousins. It wasn’t that foreign to me at all. I grew up in a migrant farm house, a rustic environment. Much of what I experienced this past week when I was at my Tia Chuy’s house was what I experienced when I grew up in that red farm house on Union Island. The only real difference is was I was in a metropolitan city.

I have always dogged by the thought that I wasn’t Mexican enough. Yes, I don’t speak Spanish as well as I should and I’m not as cultural as some would like. I was brought up by my parents that where born and raised in Mexico for the most part and I believe they raised me and my family in the U.S. as if they would have raised us in Mexico. My parents always accepted me and I know I did not disappoint them.

As my flight approached the gate, the stewardess said if Los Angeles was your destination, “Welcome home.”

For the past week, I was home.