I hadn’t seen my parents in over a year, and felt guilty about it. There’s always a valid reason not to make the trip down there. Our lives are so complicated and packed-out, it’s not difficult to justify putting it off for a while, and then a little while more.
But, I did it. And it’s one thing off my ever-expanding list of things I feel guilty about. However, I didn’t see any of my friends while I was there, and now feel a little guilty about that. Especially Bill. I wanted to meet his wife Dee, and spend some time with him. But it just wasn’t possible.
So, you see how it goes? While fixing one problem, I create a few new ones. It’s like the creature in Greek mythology that grows back two heads after you cut off one. The Hydrox, or whatever. Oh well.
I got home last night around 7 pm, had taco salad for dinner, and enjoyed a few Yuengling lagers. It was good to have a couple hours of normalcy, before returning to work on Sunday.
And now, here are a few more random notes from the road. As many as I can squeeze in, before I have to leave.
My parents recently had their kitchen remodeled, and the guy was supposed to be there early on Thursday morning, to put the finishing touches on it. My folks were inordinately worried about him making noise and waking me up. I told them to forget about it; I can sleep through anything, and so what if he wakes me up?
Yeah, I guess the dude was in there hammering, running some sort of compressor, and making all manner of racket. And I heard nothing. They couldn’t believe it, but hey… I have many talents.
My mother gave me unceasing shit about my phone. Every time I looked at it she’d either sigh theatrically, or say, “Jeff, can you leave that thing alone for five minutes?” And whenever it made a sound of any kind, she’d get pissed.
Their TV is on for 16 hours a day, but I can’t read my email once an hour? If you asked her about it, she’d say I’m “constantly” looking at my phone. But, she’s got a chip on her shoulder about it, and every time I glanced at it… it was a personal attack. Sheesh.
She also gave me a bit of grief (not too much, but a bit) about not visiting enough. I said, “I’m standing in your living room, right now.” It seems like I should receive some credit for right now. Am I wrong about it? I’d think that right now should carry a little weight.
On Thursday we drove around all day. I was inside a car for almost as much time as the day before, when I drove to their house.
We went to Dunbar, and did a full tour. They have some problems in our hometown, and no clear solutions. The houses and lots are small, and young families now want McMansions on big plots of land, with three-car garages, etc. There are still plenty of nice, well-kept houses in Dunbar — in fact, most of them. But there are many more rental dumps than during the past. And scumbag occupants to go along with them.
It seemed like things had improved since last time I was there, though. Hopefully it will continue in that direction.
Downtown Charleston looked great. It’s all office buildings, restaurants, and bars at this point. But everything was clean and nice-looking. It’s a pretty city, with the river running through it, and all. (See above.) But it had gotten a little rough. Not anymore. The shit is nice. At least the parts I saw.
And I have to go now. I’ll close out the category tomorrow. But before we call it a day here, I’d like to show you the one and a half hot baloney sandwiches I enjoyed on Wednesday night. Oh yeah. I wish I had a platter of them in front of me right now.
Have a great day, my friends!