|Michelle, my right hand woman, and me|
Whoa, Claremont's found a cause to support and it's cancer. Last night's Relay for Life was a success, and thanks in large part, not only to the fabulous Board of directors and all 31 teams, but to my-inlaws, especially mom and dad Ford, who organized lighting for the event after the last minute realization that the lighting situation had changed and dragged their camper to the event instead of to the campground to start their vacation so I could comfortably spend the night.
It ended up I couldn't even spend the night. The weather, as it is every year, was cold and damp and the air quality is awful from the allergens and incoming smoke from the west's wildfires. Even now, I don't know how often I want to brave the outside world. My lungs are my best frienemy. The hold out and keep me breathing well enough I am not on oxygen, thankfully, but only well enough to walk half the track, or 1/8 mile, before I need to sit to catch my breath.
This isn't the only smashed goal, and please, if I'm incorrect anyone reading should correct me. The Board wanted to recruit 24 teams, up from 19 last year. They had 31! Their goal was to donate 400 perishable goods to the community through the luminaria program, and they sent over 800 packing!
Trust me, they had a mass of people. I ran into another family with whom we've been lifelong friends and started chatting, completely absorbed in our own world, only to look up and realize we were about to be clothes-lined by the mass of marchers for the survivor and caregiver lap at the beginning of the ceremony. I had to scurry to safety so maybe that's why I got short of breath so quickly. I was also trying to talk and walk, which I haven't been very successful at in a long time, but at least Claremont was successful. We'll see about next year.