Glamorous Like Grover
I’m at the hospital today, sitting with my mom while her husband has surgery. I’ve never been a fan of hospitals, but I’ve seen far too many of them lately, and it’s really creeping me out. The lighting, the air exchanges, the so-bad-it’s-almost-funny customer service, the human drama all around … and, oh, yeah … the germs. It’s also quite the human psychology lab on nervous ticks among family members. Seriously. So, all I have to share today are a few photos from yesterday’s Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. The event in Denver is one of the biggest in the country. A bunch of third graders — friends of my nieces and kids from my sister’s class — put together a team and raised money for breast cancer research, etc.
And, it wasn’t just a bunch of girls. A few boys took part with pink mohawks made from colored hairspray. You could tell they felt uncomfortable (much like the husbands did) in a sea of women and all the talk about boobs. At one point, a couple of the 8-year-old boys started an arm-punching contest as we walked … just to break the tension. Tom and I were cracking up.
After just one chemo session, my sis is already losing her hair, so she cut it really really short on Saturday. The chill in the air required a hat. One of her friends knitted this one, which has a certain Grover glam to it. And, I mean that. I LOVE Grover. “The Monster at the End of This Book” is one my all-time favs. In fact, there are times it feels like the story of my life.
To help gather our 30+ team members, some my sister’s students made this sign. A bunch of us took turns holding it up, including Tom.
Later, some of our cousins who walked the 5K event, rather than the 1-mile family event we chose, hunted us down in the crowd for a little girls-in-the-family bonding. There is something really funny about a couple of women trying to describe their location via cell phone. Questions like, “Do you see the big, inflated lips?” populate the conversation, and actually make sense.
Personally, I never see any family resemblance (other than a preponderance of shortness). Still, there is something comforting about being around people you’ve known forever.