Carson City, Nevada
I arrived at the Reno Airport this morning and drove to Carson with a bit of nervousness in my stomach.
This was to be my first Interview with MA since the winter when she got sick. I have spoken to her several times and corresponded but this will be the first time I have seen her since that morning at the Hospital.
When very old people are very ill there is glimpse of something that I would choose not to see again. I spoke to MA about how thin that line appears between the living and the dead.
Because I abandoned Texas (for my own good) and have separated myself from a very dysfunctional family - I have been spared the harsher side of later life.
My sister is actually very angry with me for “leaving her with the problems” - and she is probably fully justified. But sometimes self-survival is stronger than any bond.
But back to MA in the Hospital - it will be a joy to see her back in the rigid form that so dominates every environment she attends.
The other thing gnawing at my gut is my young lady friend. As any sane person knows, older men should not date young beautiful women.
Last year was mixed with some very strange feelings in the relationship department. We were involved, we withdrew from that involvement and then we seemed, over time, to renegotiate our relationship.
All of which means that when I go visit "baby cakes" (please excuse my obvious non PC nicknames) I have absolutely no idea where we stand. And that is both exciting and worrying.
Carson City, Nevada
After checking into the Hotel I drove over to Baby Cakes house and visited with that charming woman.
She is a supervisor for the State and comes home for lunch every day at exactly the same time, so it is nice to have a bit of reliability in my otherwise disorderly life.
She is just as beautiful and poised as I remembered and seems in high spirits. We are going to go to Reno on Saturday and visit some old haunts.
This trip seems to be off to a wonderful start. But the real destination is MA’s house at 3:00 PM for a bit of tea and conversation.
That bunch of twisted up insides is still yet to be soothed.
James