Columbia: Finished Shooting
We're done with shooting, which is a big relief. Still haven't seen a red cent beyond their deposit, but their deadline is tomorrow. If they don't bring the check, I will turn into a gargoyle before their eyes.
Wendy's editing the films now. I got out of the house since there was nothing for me to do. This morning we got up and went to Ernies for breakfast and then found the ERC, the [Something] Recreation Center, and went for a swim in their indoor pool. It puts our pool to shame. We invented a new game called the lazy river alligator, which is basically tag in the lazy river, which is a curving path of water with jets that go all in one direction. It was fun. We were like little kids together. They've got a big slide, too, but it was closed for "lap swim" when we were there. I'm now in their big, new library. It has just about everything you could ask for in a library. Though it's no peer to the Seattle Library in terms of architecture, it's pretty close in services. Lots of books, computers, multipupose rooms, light, and on and on...
I'm just killing time now. I was excited last night, after class, when the 5-day forecast came on the TV and I could see we would miss at least one day of weather here. Not that the weather has been bad--mostly sunny and cold, aside from a couple days of rain and wind--it's just that I can't stand to be away from home any longer. I miss my dog, I miss my stuff. I miss my routine.
We're both getting a lot of sleep, though. I asked Wendy why she thought that was so, and she said it was because we were bored.
I've read two books--Tobias Wolff's Viet Nam memoir, In Pharoh's Army, which I had somehow confused with Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried when I picked it up and The South Beach Diet, which I had mostly finished at home. I stopped into the store the other day looking for a new book to read and picked up 1984. I'm about halfway through and it's going fast.
I've been worried about my Mom a lot on this trip. She's home now, and my sister Lynnea is there with her husband Walter. Youngest sister Pam has been looking after her since she went into the hospital, and now we're all going to take turns helping out with her until she can get a bit stronger and Pam and Brian can move in. I'm going around 12/1, though I haven't bought the tickets yet. Pam rushed her to the hospital a few weeks ago when Jeff had called her and Mom had answered with slurred speech and then dropped the phone. She may have overdosed on blood pressure medicine, but while she was in the hospital, doctors found a moderate blockage in the corroded artery high up in her brain, out of reach. They've got her on blood thinners and physical therapy, but I guess the consensus is that there's a massive, fatal stroke headed her way. She always sounds weary now when I talk to her on the phone. The whole thing makes me feel numb and scared.
Wendy's editing the films now. I got out of the house since there was nothing for me to do. This morning we got up and went to Ernies for breakfast and then found the ERC, the [Something] Recreation Center, and went for a swim in their indoor pool. It puts our pool to shame. We invented a new game called the lazy river alligator, which is basically tag in the lazy river, which is a curving path of water with jets that go all in one direction. It was fun. We were like little kids together. They've got a big slide, too, but it was closed for "lap swim" when we were there. I'm now in their big, new library. It has just about everything you could ask for in a library. Though it's no peer to the Seattle Library in terms of architecture, it's pretty close in services. Lots of books, computers, multipupose rooms, light, and on and on...
I'm just killing time now. I was excited last night, after class, when the 5-day forecast came on the TV and I could see we would miss at least one day of weather here. Not that the weather has been bad--mostly sunny and cold, aside from a couple days of rain and wind--it's just that I can't stand to be away from home any longer. I miss my dog, I miss my stuff. I miss my routine.
We're both getting a lot of sleep, though. I asked Wendy why she thought that was so, and she said it was because we were bored.
I've read two books--Tobias Wolff's Viet Nam memoir, In Pharoh's Army, which I had somehow confused with Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried when I picked it up and The South Beach Diet, which I had mostly finished at home. I stopped into the store the other day looking for a new book to read and picked up 1984. I'm about halfway through and it's going fast.
I've been worried about my Mom a lot on this trip. She's home now, and my sister Lynnea is there with her husband Walter. Youngest sister Pam has been looking after her since she went into the hospital, and now we're all going to take turns helping out with her until she can get a bit stronger and Pam and Brian can move in. I'm going around 12/1, though I haven't bought the tickets yet. Pam rushed her to the hospital a few weeks ago when Jeff had called her and Mom had answered with slurred speech and then dropped the phone. She may have overdosed on blood pressure medicine, but while she was in the hospital, doctors found a moderate blockage in the corroded artery high up in her brain, out of reach. They've got her on blood thinners and physical therapy, but I guess the consensus is that there's a massive, fatal stroke headed her way. She always sounds weary now when I talk to her on the phone. The whole thing makes me feel numb and scared.
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