Saturday,
May 11, 2002
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mural
on S. 1st
"Partir, c'est mourir un peu." |
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too far from home Ru and I take a walk. We get all the way to Nortwest Park. But we call FFP to come get us rather than walking back.
I pack for my trip. I pack light except I have to take some handouts and also my computer. I get most everything thrown together. It's easy for me because I own a lot of black slacks and jackets and I have the all purpose packing list that I revise for each trip.
Mom isn't doing well. I go visit. She is trying to clean up one of the spare bedrooms. I help her put some stuff away. I give her a Mother's Day card. She says it hurts a lot. She is taking the anti-virals and using a cream. But she is walking around the house pretty well. Dad has gotten the kitchen ship shape. I make her some tea. Dad says he is better than yesterday...he was tired yesterday. I sit with them and we talk. She grimaces now and then and then is easy. She tells me stuff she already told me. I go to Eckerd's and get her some Ensure and fill the prescription for the anti-viral. The doc gave them samples for the first bit.
I go home. Get a few more things packed like spare glasses, spare watch.
FFP and I decide to go out for a nice dinner. We go to Zoot and take a 1979 Heitz Martha's Vineyard. It works well. With tuna tartare. FFP's filet. My duck. For dessert we have some dessert wine and share a selection of sorbet with a lemon cookie. We go home and watch Babbette's Feast. Only FFP sleeps. Me, too, through part of the meal. Did I mention that I don't care to go on this trip?
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