AUSTIN, Texas, Mar. 27, 2005 — So I'm up and knocking around the house fairly early. I decide to see how my dad is doing. Well, he is confused about what day it is. That can't be good. Is hurting. He wants to see the doctor again.

I go get a workout and then shower and call him again and tell him I'm going to come visit. Can I bring anything? He wants bananas.

When I get there the Sunday paper is in the driveway. He's in his chair. He doesn't seem too uncomfortable. We discuss the situation. Emergency room? Does he want to come to our house? Me to stay with him? We finally agree he'll stay there but he'll call the doctor we saw Friday tomorrow morning and

try to get an appointment after their lunch break tomorrow (Monday) and I'll come and drive him there. I find a part of a glass of milk in the kitchen. He doesn't know how long it's been there. He decides I should help him put out bird feed. He walks out in the back with his cane and directs me.

I grab some food at home and we go and get FFP's parents. They need an outing. We take them down to Auditorium Shores. We get a handicap parking place (we recently got a handicap parking thing for his dad to carry with us so when we take him somewhere we can do this) and they walk a hundred feet or so out to the trail. I take some pictures walking all around and meet up with them again. We get them back to the car. Slow going for his dad. His knees just don't work too well. We drive them down South Congress, across Ben White and around 360. We point out shopping centers, houses, wildflowers. (Bluebonnets, Indian Blankets, Wine Cups.) We go across the bridge and go to the Preece cemetery on Vaught Ranch Road. His dad walks all the way in to the little cemetery on the rough ground and peers at his grandparents' markers. He tells the story of setting the marker for an uncle (provided by the government for veterans). He explains that his mother never wanted to come to these hills again and so is buried in town. We show them some more big houses under construction including the one with the crane on City Park Road. Then we take them home. Big adventure for them.

We sit around their house for a while, drinking green tea, talking.

At home we cook salmon, eat, watch bball (an overtime game for the Final Four, very exciting even if Mich. St. and Kentucky aren't teams I know anything about).

We watch some more TV. A new series Grey's Anatomy is so-so, I think. I finish watching the plodding French film (one of two) that I rented from Netflix. I watch part of a documentary from 1960's of Bob Dylan, also a Netflix rental. I try to finish the Sunday papers. Oh, so, sleepy. I fall asleep.