Sunday,
October 13, 2002
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Jeffy
and his 'Papa'
"The building was architecturally
miserable, it smelt of frying oil and lemon-scented floor polish, the
food was glutinous and the tables were dotted with islands of dried kethcup
from the meals of long-departed travellers, yet something about the scene
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arrival I wake up about twenty after five when a vintage Thunderbird pulling a trailer fires up noisily outside. I get a shower, pack up my stuff and Dad and I take off. He says he has slept a long, long time. And hard. There must be something about getting away, getting out on the road, driving a long time, that let him rest. And the Jack Daniels. We take off in a kind of rush. Dad leaves behind a book I lent him, it turns out later. But a paperback won't be enough to bring us back this way. Someone at the Nursanickel will be looking at a book on German explicated through various photos of signs.
We are climbing soon enough, passing the volcanic ruins, zipping through Ratan and headed to Pueblo and 'the Springs' as the kids call it.
Around noon we are at my sister's house. She isn't there but the key is where she said. We go in and help ourselves to some cheese and jalapenos and use some chips we brought to make a plate of nachos. We call Jen and get directions to her house. There we see their house...a 'starter' home with bedrooms and baths upstairs and a basement.
We go back to my sister's for dinner. I watch Jack, who is two and a half, run endless circles in the back yard with a plastic baby carriage, picking up apples to feed the squirrels, sliding on the slide. There was a kid's swing set there when they moved in and they left it for the grandkids. And they've gotten some plastic stuff like the carriage and a lawnmower at garage sales. Jack loves it and is endlessly, simply and inexpensively entertained. Inside they have piles of toys, too. Leftover from the girls or bought at garage sales.
We eat a pot roast and vegie dinner with salad. My brother-in-law has cooked. We all pitch in to clean the place up. Jack eats a mini chocolate eclair and we both end up wearing it. He's a sensitive boy and when he eats chocolate the next night and is covered I will say, "Don't come near me!" jokingly and he will almost cry.
We go back to Jen's. She makes up the pull out couch and for Dad and a futon on the floor in a bedroom for me. It sleeps good but getting up and down is a challenge. A challenge I need however.
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