See ya in seven.
durlx
Drivel from the subliminal dribble glass, it's the journal. Formerly from New Orleans, I now live in Vegas... the desert called to me.

And on a lighter note, one more pleasant and serene...
Had a lovely talk with luca this evening, talked a bit about the possible road trip to California, me talking about the cheesemakers and winemakers I want to visit...
I'm traveling north fairly soon. I am trying to figure out how to turn my trip to Rochester, NY into a trip to Toronto and Rochester, NY, but it looks like that will just cost too much. I thought that I might fly into Toronto, maybe visit our new store in the area, see Mikey and then take the ferry across Lake Ontario to Rochester, but that looks like it will cost about five or six hundred bucks more... well, it would be lots more fun, but this trip is mostly about seeing my Dad, my sister and her partner and my brother and his family.
I really need to spend some time with my Dad. His Alzheimer's continues to progress, although slowly; he's been at a plateau for about a year, no big changes. His short term memory is totaly shot to hell; I could call him three times a day and he wouldn't know the difference. Each time would be unique to him. I've learned how to deal with this, it's a zen thing.
When I hang with him in the "zen state" we have a very good time; we don't do much, in fact the less we do, the happier he is because of his disease. He can't make decisions anymore, that's just lost to him, so he's just content in the moment. But he likes to go to the mall with me... as long as we don't try to buy anything for him. We just wander through the stores, I buy some things that I need, but mostly we just look at stuff and make fun of it, like Tommy Hilfinger shirts, and laugh. It drives the sales clerks crazy, but I take them aside and explain that it's OK, that I'm out with my father, and he has Alzheimers and this is our little outing and they understand.
I also really like going to his apartment in the place where he lives now with some stuff for lunch, and eating, and talking while we watch TV and then taking a nap on the couch. When I wake up, he's smiling at me. He's happy that I'm there. But there's that trace of uncertainty that lingers in his face until I speak; for a minute, he wasn't sure who was sleeping on his couch.
That's why I need to see him again very soon.
durlx