North To Oklahoma

Nap Time With Tin Tin And Kaia

It's 7:00, and Beth and I have been up since 6:00, with Rami having just joined us. Beth is making his breakfast and will then head off to school. It looks like we'll have rain today on our drive north to Oklahoma. We're not leaving until around noon and expect a short four-hour drive today, followed by 3.5 hours tomorrow to our son Tom's house in Lee's Summit, MO. I actually got a good night's sleep for once, with little coughing — which is why I woke at 6:00 — and I hope it continues.

Monday was typical: Beth was off by 7:00, and the rest of us got up at various times — first Rami, then me, then Evie. Rami had an appointment in Dallas at 8:30, and I wasn't sure whether he needed me to drive him. He's usually reluctant to let someone else take the wheel, so he left around 8:10, leaving Evie and me to the morning. I sat around reading, enjoying coffee and a bagel, and writing the blog. Evie was up by 8:30 and joined me, and we weren't quite sure what to do with ourselves other than clean the kitchen and organize a few things. I still didn't have enough energy to walk the dogs, so we let them run freely in the backyard for most of the morning. I ended up taking an hour nap around 10:30 and woke feeling more like myself.

For lunch, I had a ham and cheese sandwich and some of Beth's chicken soup. I wasn't sure what the afternoon would bring until Rami called to ask if I could take an Uber to the hospital and then drive him home. The nurses wouldn't allow him to drive because of his low blood pressure. The ride to the cancer center was interesting — mostly a long stretch of businesses, restaurants, gas stations, and malls, seemingly going on forever. I arrived at the Presbyterian Hospital Cancer Center and finally found Rami in the infusion room, along with ten to fifteen other patients sitting patiently with IVs in their arms. It's quite a place — people constantly coming and going — and it gives you a real sense of how many people are fighting cancer each day. The nurses were wonderful and finally gave Rami the okay to leave once his blood pressure was high enough. We were home in fifteen minutes, an easy five-or-six-mile drive. Rami was relieved to be home, especially after what should have been a two-hour appointment stretched into six. 

Thank you, Ms. Albaran

Beth arrived home excited because he sixth graders, knowing that she had missed a few days because her husband was sick, had a gathering to show her how much they appreciated her. How neat. Later,  I drove to the pharmacy to pick up another inhaler — a steroid inhaler called Symbicort, which I had used a few years ago.

For Beth

I watched the Cavs game during wine time, since it tips off here at 6:00. Dinner had already been made — turkey chili over pasta and a salad — and we watched two more episodes of Season Two of Landman before everyone but me went to bed around 8:45. I then watched the Knicks blow a late lead and lose to Atlanta at Madison Square Garden, quite the upset. I finished the night with the first half of the Nuggets and Timberwolves, a game eventually won by the Timberwolves.

"In fourteen months, Trump has turned America into a country people hate, fear, and laugh at."

A Texas Monday

Kayak Morning: 4/20/25

It's 7:25, and Beth has already left for school. I was up around 6:30 to find both Rami and Beth already awake. The day looks cloudy here in Dallas, with a high near 70° expected later. It's our last full day with Beth and Rami — tomorrow we drive halfway to our son Tom's place in Lee's Summit, MO. I'm still fighting this cough, especially at night, and I'm afraid I'll have to live with it a while longer.

Biking Webb's Trail: 4/20/25

On Sunday, Beth and I were both up early and decided to get the week's shopping done at Central Market to beat the crowd — though it's always crowded regardless. We left around 8:30, and at least traffic was light at that hour. Central Market is a culinary delight: a vast store carrying virtually anything you could want, staffed by a seemingly endless number of employees, even on a Sunday morning. We easily piled Beth's cart high with food and were lucky to find an open checkout lane. The scones are to die for, and I'm enjoying one as I write. I've never seen so many ready-made dinners available for takeout — a genuine godsend for a busy working family. We stopped at Walgreens on the way home to pick up some prescriptions and were back by 10:00.

Evie was up when we returned, wishing she'd come along. I had a scone with blueberry jam and a coffee for breakfast — delicious. By noon, Evie had started on dinner: short ribs in the pressure cooker. The first NBA playoff game was just getting underway, and I drifted in and out of watching it whenever I wasn't needed to help hang a painting or tackle something around the house. That set the rhythm for most of the afternoon — the four of us getting things done, then pausing to relax, check our phones, watch the game, and then getting back at it. The biggest project was running an electrical cord under the living room carpet, which meant moving the couches. Around 6:00, the doorbell rang: a neighbor stopping by to welcome Beth and Rami to the neighborhood with a bottle of wine. They apparently have a wonderfully active neighborhood group that gathers a couple of times a year. After a warm chat, we sat down to dinner — short ribs over mashed potatoes with gravy, even better than Brazil's in Westfield. Rami and I both went back for seconds. Dessert was cherry pie, enjoyed as we finished the first season of Landman over dinner and into the evening. Once it ended, everyone was ready for bed — though I stayed up to watch the first half of the Trail Blazers/Spurs game.

43º In Dallas

Kayak Morning: 4/19/25

It's early — not quite 7:00 — and Beth and I have been up since 6:15, neither of us able to sleep in. I was coughing, so I got up, and she's an early riser by habit. The temperature surprised me, a little warmer than it was at the lake. Fortunately, it looks like a sunny, clear-blue-sky day here in Texas.

Yesterday was a strange one. We hoped to get things done, for whatever reason, didn't accomplish much until late afternoon. I still have the cough, though no fever, and Doctor ChatGPT says it may stick around for another week or two. Great. The morning slipped by quickly — cleaning up the kitchen, having scones for breakfast, a couple of coffees, and sitting around talking and petting the dogs.

It was a nice surprise when the Cavs game, the first of the playoffs, tipped off at noon, giving me something to do most of the afternoon. Two more games followed, plus one at 7:00. Evie made me a great lunch — fried potatoes and eggs — which I devoured, since breakfast had only been a scone. Rami had a rough day and slept through most of it, clearly needing the rest. Meanwhile, Evie and Beth were more productive, prepping tonight's turkey chili and doing the wash. I tried to nap, but the cough wouldn't let me, so I ended up watching parts of three different NBA games.

Ready For A Walk?

By 4:00, Rami was feeling better, and he and Beth managed to get a few things done while Evie and I relaxed. By 4:30, I was restless from too much sitting and basketball, so I took the dogs for a quick 15-minute walk. Along the way, we navigated around two pairs of mallards casually grazing on the front lawns of a couple of houses. Bizarre.

Dinner was leftovers — ground beef spaghetti and chicken with artichoke hearts — and I had some of each. Everything still tasted great, so that was a win. We then settled in for three more episodes of Landman before Evie and Beth headed to bed, and Rami and I stayed up watching the Lakers/Rockets game until 10:30.

More games on today. Hoping we get more done than yesterday.

Thunder And Rain In Dallas

Kayak Morning: 4/18/25

A Cloudy Morning

It's 8:40, and I've been up with Beth for an hour while Evie and Rami sleep in. I was awakened by a tremendous thunderclap around 7:15 and the sound of rain on the windows. It looks like it will stop soon, but not before leaving its legacy: a day in the 60s rather than the 80s.

Friday was another day of coughing, though this morning I sense some progress — the steroids may be working. It's strange to think back on the day, because I can't remember much. It all blurs together: sitting around the living room, occasionally retreating to the bedroom to lie down, taking a nap, reading, stepping out when the coughing started, walking outside. That was my day.

And yet, thinking about it now, we did get things done. Much of the late afternoon was spent with the four of us deciding where to hang the many paintings — works by Rami's sister Patty, as well as those Beth has painted. Four people means four opinions, but we made some progress and will likely make more today. In the early afternoon, after a ham-and-cheese sandwich and a bowl of Beth's soup, we allowed ourselves a guiltily enjoyed episode of Landman.

Evie put together a delicious dinner at 5:00 — chicken thighs and artichokes, with a Caesar salad — while we waited for the movers to deliver a tiger maple table that Beth and Rami had ordered from an Amish craftsman in Chautauqua County, at least twenty to twenty-five years ago. The movers ran late, so we ate and watched the series finale of The Pitt before they arrived. Beth and I had been prepared to put the table in the garage, but to our surprise, the movers managed to get it up into the garage attic. They were capable, pleasant guys. Once that was settled, we finished off the last of the apple pie, did the dishes, and watched another episode of Landman. Evie was exhausted by the end and headed to bed; the three of us watched one more episode before following her. All in all, it turned out to be a fairly productive day — in every respect but my cough.

Warm, Humid, Partly Cloudy

Kayak Morning: 4/17/25

Woodlawn: 4/17/25

It's after 9:00 as I start this, and all four of us are up, enjoying coffee and scones. Delicious. Beth is staying home from school again, so hopefully she, Evie, and I can help get things done today.

Yesterday was not much better than the days before. My cough persists — if anything, it may be a bit worse — so I texted my PA in Chautauqua and drove to Albertson's late in the afternoon to pick up a pack of steroids and albuterol. It's great that he's so responsive. Rami, however, seems to have improved over the last two days, which is good news.

The day went like this: Beth went to the store to get the ingredients for her chicken soup — something that sounded appealing to Rami — and was gone about an hour. Evie tidied up the kitchen, and I helped. I spent the rest of the morning in the bedroom reading or in the living room when no one else was around.

When Beth returned, she made her soup, and I had a bowl for lunch. Loved it. I napped in the afternoon, and while Beth and Rami were organizing their bathroom things, Evie and I moved the furniture and vacuumed the living room and kitchen. I sat outside occasionally, as the humidity seemed to ease my cough. Mid-afternoon, the exterminator came — a friendly older Hispanic man — and made his way around the house, inside and out. We relaxed after that until happy hour, enjoyed wine until 6:00, and then Evie and Beth drove off to Chick-fil-A for dinner.

Evie and I had both been craving their chicken sandwich, but we were both disappointed. Despite having recently watched Landman, we agreed to watch it again, thinking Beth and Rami would enjoy it — and they did. So did we, even seeing it a second time. Lots of laughs, especially when Tommy's wife appears. Everyone but me went to bed around 9:15. I started a fairly new Netflix film called The Rip, with Matt Damon and Ben Affleck. I'm not taken with it so far, but I'll stick with it.

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Still Coughing

It's 9:20 as I write this, having slept in until nearly nine along with Evie. Beth was up early, getting organized, and is out shopping. Rami is up and relaxing, and I am increasingly fed up with my cough — nothing seems to help.

Yesterday was much the same as the days before, leaving me little to report beyond a lingering sense of self-pity. What a wimp. Rami also had a rough day, so Evie found herself looking after both of us. Beth was at school administering state tests to sixth graders — a thankless task.

I spent much of the day in the bedroom, keeping my distance from Rami, and discovered that I enjoy sitting outside on the front steps, simply breathing in the fresh air. I enjoyed scrambled eggs as a mid-morning snack and took a shower around noon, hoping it would lift my spirits. For lunch, I opened a can of Greek avgolemono soup, but it was so tart I saved half for dinner.

I'm realizing this blog has become entirely about me when it ought to be about Evie and the family. My apologies. I napped on and off throughout the day and kept myself hydrated with water and warm lemon-honey drinks, hoping to quiet the cough. Beth had a dentist appointment and didn't make it home until around six, clearly worn out from her day. Evie had planned to cook dinner, but decided no one was particularly hungry, so we settled on leftovers.

Once Beth was home, I finished my soup for dinner and tried something from Trader Joe's — Kim Bap, a Korean rice roll with tofu, vegetables, and seaweed. Evie had a salad, while Beth and Rami worked through the leftover Greek spaghetti. We watched a couple of cooking competition shows on Netflix, but by 8:30, Evie was ready for bed. I stayed up to catch some of the NBA playoffs on Prime, joined by Rami. Beth dozed off on the couch with her lesson plans. By 10:30, we were all headed to bed, hoping for a better night.

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Hanging In There

Our Stubborn  Boy

It's 9:00 and Rami, Evie, and I are all up — Rami since 7:00, me since 8:00, and Evie around 8:30. Typical. It's overcast and 70°, with some rain forecast on an otherwise mostly cloudy day.

Yesterday was another day of coughing fits whenever I tried to lie down. Sitting up straight usually kept them at bay. Thank goodness Evie was around to help Rami and me with meals — breakfast, lunch, whatever was needed. Neither of us has much energy. All I want to do is lie down, but I can't because of the cough. Who would have thought lying down was a luxury? We got through the morning, and I spent a good part of the day in the bedroom, propped up against a pillow, with my buddy Tin Tin, keeping my distance from Rami. I managed a shower — something I've done every day, because it helps me feel a little more human.

A Good Part Of My Day

Evie made us scrambled eggs on toast for lunch, and it was the first meal that actually tasted good in a couple of days. My appetite has been nearly nonexistent. The daily drama, as usual, revolved around Kaia, who loves being outside and resists coming in at all costs. Whenever the lawn crew shows up — or yesterday, the movers to pick up crates — we have to chase her down, clip on her leash, and drag her inside. She also has a habit of barking at nothing in particular, which sends us outside to scold her. Such is the afternoon entertainment.

I managed to nap on and off, which gave Evie a chance to decompress with a shower of her own. Beth got home around 4:00, and Evie was already prepping dinner — pork tenderloins marinated in an Asian sauce. The two of them had wine and caught up on Beth's day while I sat out on the front porch, just enjoying a quiet stretch of fresh air.

We ate around 6:45 — pork with rice and broccolini, a welcome change. Afterward, we watched another episode of Friends & Neighbors and Top Chef before everyone turned in. I stayed up for a great playoff game between Charlotte and Miami, which Charlotte won in overtime. Then I finished The Capture — though, unfortunately, the second season isn't on Prime.

Cloudy With A High In The Low 80s

Two Years Ago

It's just Rami and me at 8:40 as we wait for Evie to rise and take care of us two sad sacks. I still feel terrible — coughing, tired, and struggling to sleep. Last night at 3:00, Beth must have heard me coughing because she brought in a humidifier and a hot lemon-and-honey drink, both good for a cough. What a daughter.

Yesterday was not much of a day. Evie spent it looking after Rami and me — fetching drinks, making breakfast and lunch, things like that. I spent a good part of the day in bed, I was so tired. We let the dogs out at some point and then had trouble getting them back inside. I don't have much of an appetite, despite Evie's efforts to get me to eat. I showered and felt a little better, then tried to nap after lunch — but we ended up going back to Urgent Care because I felt so bad. I liked the doctor. He took his time and reluctantly prescribed antibiotics just in case, along with Benadryl and lots of liquids, but mostly I'll just have to wait it out.

Dinner was pizza, and we watched Jon Hamm in the second season of Your Friends & Neighbors. Everyone went to bed around 9:00, but I stayed up and watched another episode of The Capture.

Monday, Monday

Rami And Tin Tin

It's 8:35, and Beth's at school, Evie's still sleeping — Rami and I are the only ones up. I woke feeling terrible, still coughing and battling a headache, though I'm hoping the Tylenol will kick in soon.  I don't have the energy to be helpful.

Sunday's on-and-off rain made it a perfect day to settle in with the Masters. Beth was busy early, putting away things that had been in storage and helping Rami set up his den. Over coffee, we put together a grocery list, thinking ahead to dinners for the week. By 10:30, the blog was finished, and Evie and Beth headed off to Central Market, leaving Rami and me at home with the dogs. We spent a good half hour in the garage assembling a rack for storing plastic boxes — and by the time we wrapped up, Beth and Evie were already back and putting away groceries.

Kaia Avoiding The Rain

I had a bowl of Trader Joe's chicken soup for lunch and tried to nap, but the coughing wouldn't let me rest. Eventually, I gave up and joined Rami in the living room to watch the Masters. It turned out to be a dramatic finish — McIlroy had fallen two strokes behind before steadying himself and pulling off a one-stroke win. While we watched, Beth and Evie put together dinner: pasta with sausage, butternut squash, and sage, which was delicious. In the evening, we watched the final episode of Drops of God, and by 9:00 everyone was ready for bed — except me. I stayed up to watch The Capture on Prime. All in all, it wasn't an easy day.

Rainy Sunday

It's 8:46, and we're all up, making a list of dinners for the week before heading to Central Market shortly. Outside, it's overcast and wet — likely rainy for most of the day — a humid 68º with a high of 80º.

Saturday was not much fun. I continued with what feels like an incessant cough. No fever, but tired enough that we decided I should go to Urgent Care, just to rule out anything contagious. Evie and I left around 10:30, waited twenty minutes, and then saw the doctor, who didn't offer much beyond a possible cold or allergies. He prescribed a nasal spray and a cough suppressant and sent me on my way — neither has made much difference. While we waited for the prescriptions, we sat at the bar of a nearby Mexican restaurant, sipping Cokes and enjoying some excellent guacamole. Around 10:30, a couple of Beth's gardeners stopped by, helped move several paintings up to the attic, and hauled away some trash. They were a big help, and the garage is starting to look less cluttered.

When we got back, we had a slice of pizza for lunch and took it easy for most of the afternoon. I napped and felt somewhat better afterward. Beth spent much of the afternoon rearranging things around the house, with Evie pitching in. For dinner, we decided on takeout from an El Salvadoran restaurant Beth loves called La Pasadita 2 — about fifteen minutes away. 

La  Pasadita 2

We ordered an array of dishes I'd never heard of, the standout being pupusas, masa stuffed with pork. For dessert, we had sweet corn tamales. We finished the evening watching two episodes of Drop of God, with the finale tonight.  As on other nights, the gals turned in around 8:30, and Rami and I watched the Masters until 10:00 before calling it a night.

Overcast And 66º

Walking Kaia

It's later than usual as I start this — 8:35 — probably because I slept in until 7:45. I had a miserable night, coughing on and off, which made it hard to sleep. I'm fairly certain it's allergy-related, but if it persists, I may go to an urgent care.

Friday was a busy day for Beth, though not so much for Evie and me. I was up early, just Beth and I, much like this morning, waiting for the two sleepyheads to get up. We don't turn the TV on until the evening, so the news comes via newspapers or the occasional podcast. Once Evie was up, I finished the blog and had her read it before publishing. Since Mitchell was gone, we didn't accomplish much beyond small things — organizing and sorting through a box of cords, moving paintings around. Around 10:30, I took the boys for a long walk down to the lake and along its shores, hoping to tire them out.

Tin Tin

Lunch was the leftover eggplant pasta, and I took a nap at 1:00, tired again from a morning of doing very little. Beth and Rami left at 2:00 for a 2:30 doctor's appointment, leaving us in charge of the dogs — a tall order. They were gone for a couple of hours, having waited quite a while to see the doctor. While they were out, Evie began prepping dinner: shrimp, bamboo shoots, baby corn, and asparagus over rice. I sat out on the front porch for the first time, read my book, and met a couple of neighbors walking their grandchildren. It was nice to meet them.

Wine Label

Around 5:00, Beth and I went through Rami's wine cellar and opened a ten-year-old cab, which was quite good — though neither of us is a wine connoisseur. If it's red, I'll usually enjoy it. Around 6:30, we devoured dinner; no leftovers for lunch tomorrow, alas. We watched two episodes of The Pitt before Evie went to bed around 8:30 and Beth at 9:00. Rami and I stayed up to watch Rory McIlroy birdie the last four holes to take a six-stroke lead at the Masters.

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TGIF

Aloha Mitchell

It's 7:48 a.m. I woke at 7:00, Beth at 6:00, and Rami and Evie are still sleeping. Mitch flew back to Santa Monica last night, and we will surely miss him. Beth is taking the day off from school, and we'll spend the day continuing to set up the house. We made great progress yesterday — or more specifically, Mitchell did. I've been suffering from allergies the past few days, complete with a nagging cough, so I've started taking loratadine again.

Thursday turned out to be another beautiful day weather-wise, with a high of around 80°. I was convinced it was Wednesday until Evie set me straight around 10:30. When I got up at 7:30, Rami and Mitch were already up and working, and Beth was at school. I had my coffee with Evie, read the newspapers online, and wrote the blog, publishing it by 9:30. Mitch was putting in a half day of work, and since Evie needed a few things for dinner, I drove to Albertsons around 10:30 to pick them up. Rami was having a productive day and spent most of the morning working in his study.

I was home before noon and decided to have lunch, finishing off the spaghetti and ground beef from earlier in the week. Around 1:00, I lay down for another nap — I was still unusually tired, with no pep, as my Dad used to say. From about 2:00 to 4:00, the three of us tackled the garage: Rami delegating, and Mitch and I doing the heavy lifting. We assembled two seven-foot storage racks, which took a solid hour, but by 4:30, we had made a real dent in getting things organized.

Meanwhile, Evie was busy putting together a wonderful Turkish dinner: Tas Kebab, roasted cauliflower, and a salad. I took the dogs for a walk to the lake and returned just in time for happy hour. I opened a nice bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon to pair with the Tas Kebab, and we sat down to dinner around 6:30, followed by another cooking show.

At 7:16, Mitchell headed to the airport via Uber — too soon, alas. Around 8:30, Evie went up to bed while Rami, Beth, and I caught some of the Masters. They turned in around 9:30, and I watched a bit of basketball until 10:00.

 THE LORD'S PRAYER: MARK TWAIN

O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it — for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen. THE LORD'S PRAYER: MARK TWAIN

Another Fine Day In Texas

Our Great Grandsons, Rhys And Tommy

It's 8:30, Beth is at school, and Mitch, Rami, and I are the only ones up. It looks like another partly cloudy day, with a high near 80°.

Tuesday was another day of helping unpack when we could, but mostly relaxing, taking the dogs for a walk, things like that. I was up at 7:30 along with Mitch and Ramiro. Both of them worked on and off most of the day, so I was free to do whatever and help when needed. Evie made pancakes for everyone around 9:00, and Rami, Mitch, and I devoured them. Yum! I had a list for a shopping run at Albertsons and was ready to go, but the dogs were so insistent that I took them for a walk down to the lake and back first. I then stopped at a coffee shop just beyond Beth's street, and drove another mile to Albertsons, the closest grocery store, and picked up a few things for Thursday and Friday's dinner. It was not very crowded, so I was in and back home by 11:45.

Tin Tin And Kaia

Lunch was a toasted ham-and-cheese sandwich, and then I read for a while before taking a nice nap. I am reading Emily, Alone, a book set in Chautauqua, so it's fun because it mentions many spots I'm familiar with, such as Hogan's Hut or the Lighthouse Grocery Store's rotisserie chicken. Evie read it a long time ago, but I never got around to it. I fell asleep with my buddy, Tin Tin, for company and woke feeling more energetic. The guys were working on their computers, so Evie and I relaxed a bit, cleaned up the kitchen, and helped Rami pack some of his glass Christmas ornaments into a large box, ready for storage. Then, because the dogs kept following me around, I took them for a walk around the neighborhood.

A Coot Floating By

When I got back, Beth was home from school and showering, and Evie was prepping dinner — eggplant pasta along with some sweet Italian sausages. We sat around sipping wine and talking about what still needs to be done before dinner at 7:00. Everything was great, especially the eggplant pasta. We watched another episode of Drops of God, but by 8:30, Beth and Evie were ready for bed. I stayed up with Mitch and Rami until 10:00, watching some basketball, then went to bed.

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It's A Dog's World

 

Beth And Tin Tin

It's 8:00, and Beth is off to school, leaving Rami and me — and the dogs, Kaia and Tin Tin — as the only ones up. The sky is partly cloudy on a 55° morning here in Dallas.

Tuesday was a preview of the days to come. Beth was up early and off to school, leaving the rest of us behind. None of us are morning people — we prefer sleeping in, then easing into a relaxed coffee hour before thinking about doing anything productive. By 10:00, though, we were all up and ready to go. Mitch got on his computer, signed into his Arup account, and worked most of the day. Rami had an early conference call and migrated back and forth between his office and the couch. Evie cleaned the kitchen and got herself organized while I drove to Trader Joe's to pick up some wine and goodies for the week.

Dallas Through The Trees

When I returned around 11:30, the lawn crew had arrived, along with a couple of guys fixing the gate to the backyard. I decided to take Kaia for a walk, strapped on his harness, and headed down to the lake — an easy ten-to-fifteen-minute walk, depending on how many times he stops to sniff the grass. It was a lovely late morning, and plenty of people were out walking or biking the nine miles around the lake. When I got back, Evie pulled out the leftover Thai food, and we had it for lunch. I think I'm still recovering from the long drive, because shopping and a short walk had me genuinely tired, so I took a nap — as did Rami.

Walking Kaia And Tin Tin

Cormorant

I was up at 2:30. Mitch was deep in work, headphones on, eyes on his screen. Rami was still asleep, so Evie and I sat outside for a bit, letting the dogs run around while the workers finally finished the gate and showed me how it operated. Around 3:00, Rami worked on syncing his car with the new swinging gate and garage door, and I took both dogs down to the lake. When I returned, Beth was home and Evie was already prepping dinner — Wiener schnitzel, baked potatoes, and broccoli. We enjoyed a glass or two of sauvignon blanc, courtesy of Trader Joe's box wine, until dinner was ready at 6:45.

We watched an episode of Top Chef, and then Rami, Mitchell, and I got busy in the garage for about forty-five minutes — bringing in pictures for hanging and organizing things so we could actually get to what we needed. Beth, Rami, and Evie were in bed by 9:00, leaving me to watch some TV and Mitch to keep working in the garage. I went to bed at 10:00, feeling a little guilty about leaving him out there. When I checked the garage this morning, though, Mitch had made remarkable progress. What a good son — and lazy father-in-law.

A Chilly Morning In Dallas

A Dallas Morning

It's 7:30 as I start writing this, on a crisp 51° morning in Texas. I was up at 6:40 to find Beth already heading out to school and Rami on a Zoom call by 7:00 — so three of us were up early. The sun has since come out, and there's a welcome patch of blue sky.

Yesterday was busy but good. Beth, Rami, and I were up early again, with Mitch and Evie surfacing around 8:00 or 8:30. It's still a little surreal to wake up in Dallas knowing we were in New York just a few days ago, half-expecting snow. Beth and Rami have recently downsized significantly, and their new house is still full of boxes carried over from the old one, which is exactly why we're here. The challenge is that neither of them is quite sure where everything should go, and much of it will eventually be donated since the new place simply doesn't have the room. It's a great house, just smaller, in a wonderful neighborhood.

Around 10:00, Beth and I headed out to Central Market — quite possibly the finest grocery store I've ever set foot in, and that's including a couple of Wegmans. It's a genuine pleasure to walk through: visually stunning, with an enormous wine and beer selection on top of everything else. We expected crowds but were in and out in 20 minutes, cherry pie in hand for dessert.

Live Oaks Span The Street

Back at the house, Evie and Mitch were deep into the unpacking project — pulling boxes, figuring out contents, deciding what went where. Rami was at work and couldn't join in. We had leftover pizza for lunch, and I was still dragging from the trip, so I gave in and took a 90-minute nap, waking around 2:00 feeling human again. I took Kaia for a walk down to the lake park and back. The lake has a bike path circling it, and on such a beautiful afternoon — mid-70s and sunny — it was busy with bikers and walkers out making the most of it.

Dallas In The Distance

Bike Path

The afternoon moved quickly. Mitch tackled the bedroom closet, Evie put together a ground beef spaghetti sauce, and Beth and I floated around helping wherever we were needed. I became something of an expert in breaking down cardboard boxes and tracking down the right tools. We sat down to dinner at 6:15 — one of Rami's favorites — with a Caesar salad and wine. Afterward, we caught some news before the Michigan/UConn game tipped off. Michigan won, though neither team played particularly well; it was more a matter of outlasting than outplaying. The three guys stayed up to see it through, while Beth and Evie called it a night at halftime. A full day, well spent.

"A whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again," Mr. Trump said in a post on his Truth Social platform just after 8 a.m. in Washington. "I don't want that to happen, but it probably will. However, now that we have Complete and Total Regime Change, where different, smarter, and less radicalized minds prevail, maybe something revolutionarily wonderful can happen, WHO KNOWS? We will find out tonight, one of the most important moments in the long and complex history of the World."

Happy Dyngus Day

Our Grandson Mitchell And Kaia

It's 7:20, and I've been up since 6:30, joining Beth and Rami for coffee. It looks like a beautiful, blue-sky morning, and the dogs are already outside, enjoying the fresh air and the freedom to run around in their new yard.

By the way, Dyngus Day is celebrated by Polish Americans all over the USA — it marks the end of Lent, falling on the Monday after Easter. It often features a parade, polka music, and traditional Polish food like pierogi. Buffalo, NY, always throws a big celebration.

Easter meant another seven-hour drive, this time from Memphis to Dallas. It was easy going for most of the way, and the roads in Arkansas — especially Highway 40 — were in fine shape, likely because the region sees little snow or freezing weather. We stopped once for breakfast, once for gas, and skipped lunch altogether. Evie drove part of the way, which made things much easier on me. It only got hairy as we approached Dallas — four or five lanes of traffic, with some real crazies out there, literally drag racing. One misjudgment and it could have been catastrophic. I tried to hang back, stick to the speed limit, and keep a safe following distance, but it was largely futile — cars from other lanes just kept cutting in. We made it, though, arriving around 3:30. As Trump would say: Praise be to Allah.

It was wonderful to see Beth and Rami, and a real bonus that their son Mitchell was there as well, helping with their move to a new house. The weather was pleasant enough to sit out on the back porch — the sun almost made it too warm, in fact. Who would have thought we'd be overheating in April! We sat around with wine until we were ready for dinner and ordered Thai through Uber Eats. A feast arrived around 6:30, and it was a hit. Afterward, we talked through the plan for the next day — helping Beth and Rami move their things into the new house, which is why we're here. There's still plenty to do. We watched some SNL and Top Chef before tiredness got the better of us, and we turned in early, around 9:30.

Tin Tin

Kaia

A couple of observations about the trip: it was striking to leave Chautauqua — a winter of mostly black and white — and, as we drove south, roll into a blaze of greens, then bursts of color as we hit Arkansas and the outskirts of Dallas. The roads improved gradually too, with fewer potholes the farther south we went. I'm no fan of Sarah Huckabee Sanders, Arkansas's governor, but her state keeps its roads in decent shape. My only real fear on the drive was other drivers — some drifting into our lane while on their phones, others weaving in and out of traffic at 80 or 90 mph.

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Dallas Bound

Beale Street at Night

It’s 7:10 as I begin writing this, sitting in a very busy Hampton Inn breakfast area—which, unfortunately, didn’t open until 7:00 instead of the usual 6:00. I’ve already received messages from Beth and Linda McClure wishing us a Happy Easter.

Yesterday felt like a long day—and it was—a solid seven to eight hours on the road from north of Cincinnati to Memphis. The drive into Cincinnati was busy, then it eased up through Louisville, but from there to Nashville it picked up again, even for a Saturday. We took our time, stopping a couple of times for breakfast, gas, or lunch whenever we needed a break. Fortunately, we didn’t run into any backups. Our only concern was the occasional reckless driver weaving in and out at high speeds despite the traffic.

Great Sky

Evie drove for about an hour and a half and had to deal with roughly twenty minutes of torrential rain midway to Memphis on Interstate 40. Luckily, traffic was light at that point. Things got busier as we approached Memphis, but once we got off I-40, it was an easy ten-minute drive to our Hampton Inn, located right next to Beale Street.

Not So Great Sky

After checking in, we went upstairs and unpacked. I headed back down to park the car, only to realize I’d left the parking pass upstairs. So back up I went. By the time I returned, the turnaround area was so crowded that three or four cars had to be moved before I could get into the garage. Nothing is simple when you’re 82.

We talked about going out for the evening, but Evie was too tired, so I walked over to Gus’s Famous Chicken and brought back three chicken thighs and coleslaw for her dinner. We watched the UConn–Illinois game together, and afterward I headed out, hoping to find a bar where I could eat and watch more basketball. Every place along Beale Street was blasting blues music as I walked the couple of hundred yards to the end, where Blues City Café sits.

Blues City At Dusk

Inside, the restaurant was busy, but at the far end there was a bar with the game on four TVs. I ended up being the only person sitting there for most of the game, which suited me just fine. I made the mistake of ordering a “tall” beer—it had to be at least 24 ounces, if not more—and it cost fourteen dollars. For dinner, I had golden-fried catfish with fries, hush puppies, Texas toast, and coleslaw, and I loved every bite.

Catfish Dinner

Blue City Cafe

The game itself was hard-fought, but Illinois never quite caught a break or found its rhythm, and UConn came out on top. Afterward, I walked back along Beale Street, which was fairly quiet—probably because of Easter weekend. I considered stopping at the blues bar we visited a couple of years ago, but I’d had enough beer for one night, so I headed back in a light drizzle.

Evie was still up watching TV and had already finished her chicken. By the time the second game—Michigan vs. Arizona—started, she was ready for bed. I watched the first half on my computer, then read for a bit before turning in. The time zone change threw off our sleep a little, but I still managed a decent night.