I could just SCREAM!
I did this entire journal entry, and something else came up on the net, and I went to it...WITHOUT SAVING WHAT I HAD DONE!
AAARRRG!!!!
So...here we go again....
My sister Karen and her other half were her for the last week and it was so great to see them again! I only get to see them about once a year now, and they are such wonderful people in my life. Karen has been visiting New Orleans for about 20 years and Chris has been coming for a dozen or so. They know their way around and even have a regular waitress at the "Coffee Pot", a place where we go for breakfast a lot.
Robert was there as well...
It's a lovely place in the Quarter with a charming courtyard; if you have followed this journal, you've seen it before... it's one of the places I always take people when they come to visit. I usually have the "Sis Soul Food Omelette with wheat toast...
Karen has taken up smoking cigars! And she looks rather boyishly butch doing it...
So we had to go to The Cigar Factory here in the Quarter, a very atmospheric place; with a row of guys rolling cigars with lots of hot cuban music in the backgorund... I almost bought a cigar. Karen bought quite a few... (Chris doesn't encourage this new enthusiasm of Karen's, but she finds it tolerable and less intrusive perhaps than Karen's StarTerk mania, I think...)
My sisters make me smile.
Other news...
While Karen and Chris were here, my brother had moved my Dad back to upstate New York, to my Dad's house. My Dad definitely seems happier there, but we had to take him for driving tests and the results were mixed. They said that my Dad could operate a car, but that he needed someone in the car with him to tell him where to go. This seems a very odd prescription for a "pre-Alzheimer's" patient, and the examiner didn't know about the time my Dad drove to church at 9 PM and wondered why there was no one there for the Sunday morning service. My brother took away the keys to the car.
So we talk to my Dad a day later and he says he can't find the car keys. I tell him, not to worry, he doesn't need them anyway, because he can't drive alone. He says he knows that, but he only wants to drive to church, to the store because he might run out of bread before tomorrow morning, that he has to get to the bank tomorrow, (Sunday), he just wants the keys to his car. I told him that the keys are not lost, just "put away" and I feel like a mean nasty bastard while I am saying it. He tells me that he can drive when someone is with him... but he clearly thinks that there are exceptions to this rule.
There are no exceptions to this rule and this is going to hurt him. It hurts us like the world hurts god.
Hey, send me some good feelings here; this is rough...
Anyway, I sent Karen to Jazz Fest with a cam hinting that a pic of a cute boy might be good for the journal...
They said that there weren't that many hot guys out there... (hehe, they think I'm hot..., I certainly love them!)..., but they got a few pics of the guy in the pic above at the Doctor John performance, and they tell me that the guy had a hard-on! But that they couldn't quite get the camera to work, hehehehehe! Like I said, I love my sisters!
Actually, there were a lot of good pics....
...and they are available in the Jazz Fest 2003 Album.
Next...
I am a bit ahead on pictures... Robert has totally illuminated his yard! If you look towards New Orleans, you might see a faint gleam on the horizon... but if you don't, it will be in the next journal update.
durlx
I did this entire journal entry, and something else came up on the net, and I went to it...WITHOUT SAVING WHAT I HAD DONE!
AAARRRG!!!!
So...here we go again....
My sister Karen and her other half were her for the last week and it was so great to see them again! I only get to see them about once a year now, and they are such wonderful people in my life. Karen has been visiting New Orleans for about 20 years and Chris has been coming for a dozen or so. They know their way around and even have a regular waitress at the "Coffee Pot", a place where we go for breakfast a lot.
Robert was there as well...
It's a lovely place in the Quarter with a charming courtyard; if you have followed this journal, you've seen it before... it's one of the places I always take people when they come to visit. I usually have the "Sis Soul Food Omelette with wheat toast...
Karen has taken up smoking cigars! And she looks rather boyishly butch doing it...
So we had to go to The Cigar Factory here in the Quarter, a very atmospheric place; with a row of guys rolling cigars with lots of hot cuban music in the backgorund... I almost bought a cigar. Karen bought quite a few... (Chris doesn't encourage this new enthusiasm of Karen's, but she finds it tolerable and less intrusive perhaps than Karen's StarTerk mania, I think...)
My sisters make me smile.
Other news...
While Karen and Chris were here, my brother had moved my Dad back to upstate New York, to my Dad's house. My Dad definitely seems happier there, but we had to take him for driving tests and the results were mixed. They said that my Dad could operate a car, but that he needed someone in the car with him to tell him where to go. This seems a very odd prescription for a "pre-Alzheimer's" patient, and the examiner didn't know about the time my Dad drove to church at 9 PM and wondered why there was no one there for the Sunday morning service. My brother took away the keys to the car.
So we talk to my Dad a day later and he says he can't find the car keys. I tell him, not to worry, he doesn't need them anyway, because he can't drive alone. He says he knows that, but he only wants to drive to church, to the store because he might run out of bread before tomorrow morning, that he has to get to the bank tomorrow, (Sunday), he just wants the keys to his car. I told him that the keys are not lost, just "put away" and I feel like a mean nasty bastard while I am saying it. He tells me that he can drive when someone is with him... but he clearly thinks that there are exceptions to this rule.
There are no exceptions to this rule and this is going to hurt him. It hurts us like the world hurts god.
Hey, send me some good feelings here; this is rough...
Anyway, I sent Karen to Jazz Fest with a cam hinting that a pic of a cute boy might be good for the journal...
They said that there weren't that many hot guys out there... (hehe, they think I'm hot..., I certainly love them!)..., but they got a few pics of the guy in the pic above at the Doctor John performance, and they tell me that the guy had a hard-on! But that they couldn't quite get the camera to work, hehehehehe! Like I said, I love my sisters!
Actually, there were a lot of good pics....
...and they are available in the Jazz Fest 2003 Album.
Next...
I am a bit ahead on pictures... Robert has totally illuminated his yard! If you look towards New Orleans, you might see a faint gleam on the horizon... but if you don't, it will be in the next journal update.
durlx
posted by durlx at 5/03/2003 10:03:00 PM
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