I am snowed in and licensed to be lazy. 

Drove Jeff to the airport yesterday early morning. He contemplated for a long time whether or not I am capable of driving on the snow covered road, and after much reassuring him, he finally agreed to let me drive. I think he wanted me to see him off. So I got up at 6, got ready and dressed for the worst (in the case where I crash and have to be in the freezing cold), which means I wore socks (it was indeed a day to remember). Because I don’t normally wear socks, I was not prepared for how slippery our wooden stairs are. At 6:10 in the morning, in the darkness of my house, you could hear my very loud fall from the stairs. My right foot slipped and went downstairs on its own dragging the rest of my body with it. I sat at the bottom of the stairs checking if anything was broken and thought to myself, I must’ve fallen now to prevent a bigger crash when I drive Jeff to the airport. So in pain, I sent a little thank you to the universe. 

Later, Dad and ching both reported to me that they heard the loud crash. Dad: “I was on the toilet, I couldn’t come check.” Ching: “I looked and saw that your dad was in the washroom and checked the alarm, no one broke in the house, so I went back to bed.”  So much love in my family. Merry Christmas to you, too…

Thankfully I am young, and healthy and not brittle, unlike them. I don’t want them to take a fall, but if they did, i’d run out to rescue them, and I’d pause two seconds before helping them up and say, “you see? I have come to save you.” 

Hmm… I guess I didn’t realize I was harboring some unresolved feelings about this before I started blogging. 

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Recently I went and took a live blood analysis. The results were a bit shocking to me. It is a bit grotesque and I am not ready to reveal myself on a microscopic level here, so let’s just say, I am not as healthy as I thought I am. Then when Dad came back, I convinced him to take the test as well. When he came across the question, what is the purpose of your visit, as he filled the form, he asked me, “can I put, to make my daughter happy?” and I said, “if that’s the case, put down weigh loss.” Old man’s got nothing on me. I am glad he went, though. We looked at his blood, and Ivana gave him some treatment suggestions, starting with making him chew 20 times every bite. He’s been doing that for awhile now which makes him eat half as much as he used to when he was eating very fast. He talks about it all the time, I think he’s quite proud. He’s been shoveling the snow as an exercise. And yesterday we visited Banyen bookstore where he got some meditation cds specifically to help him sleep better. 

I am happy to see my dad, at 51, making some sizable changes to his lifestyle. I want him to be happy, healthy and managing his stress and with a little push I think we have geared him to a good direction. He’s a lovely man who tries to take care of everybody but himself. But no one is taking care of him. This is good. I anticipate so many great changes for him in 2009. I am going to be a prophet here and say that he will lose approximately 20-30 pounds, he’ll be exercising 2-4 times a week, he’ll eat less and healthier, he’ll sleep better, he’ll be less stressed and he’ll be a happier person. I will hold this vision in my heart.