Gustav prep

Most of the New Orleans branch of the Maier clan is evacuating only as far as Judy and Marty's house, which is on high ground north of I-12 (a real demarcation line for Katrina's damage).

Jerry, Cori, and Molly are going a bit farther north and inland to Picayune, Mississippi.

Lori and Brian are going to or with his folks.

We're not sure where Bob and Anita are going, but he spent a good while yesterday making Gort as secure as possible. I'm probably more worried about Gort than the humans, because they are all getting to minimum safe distance while the Oak Harbor marina where Gort is was hit really hard during Katrina.

We'll keep you posted as much as possible as the storm moves ashore.

Only two!

Last week, Frank and I had lunch with Bryce-Bob, an old friend from our days at Book Publishing Company. Bryce hails from Hawaii and it turns out Barack Obama was in his sixth-grade class. So we—and you, Steph—have only two degrees of separation between us and the next president of these soon-to-be-re-United States.

And all of you, dear readers, have only three.

Never say we haven't done anything for you!

P.S. Bryce is doing well. He and Shari are still together. Their twin girls are 14, like Chloe, and they also have a 10-year-old son. Bryce is back at Microsoft as a contractor (working for ITWeb) after spending several years back in Hawaii resting on his stock options.

At last

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All is well

Frank is home from surgery and doing great. The surgeon seemed to be doing her best to keep us from thinking this will give him a 20-year-old's knee again, but we already knew that, so we're just happy to have it done.

He has to use crutches for a few-to-several days, and he's not supposed to soak in the tub for a week. The latter is the more distressing for my beloved hot-water addict, I think. :-)

He's sitting in his big chair, eating fish and chips and watching the Olympics. Life is good.

Marty goes home tomorrow

Marty passed his swallow test and, while he's still coughing some, his white cell count is down, so they know they've addressed the infection. His replaced valve is still semi-functioning, and I suppose there isn't a lot they could do even if it weren't, so they are sending him home tomorrow.

Phew!

Just like the pros

Frank is having arthroscopic surgery on Friday due to a torn meniscus.

His recovery will be more challenging as we travel, but our hope is that he won't mind it because he'll feel ever so much better than he does right now.

Medical updates

Frank's doc suspects meniscus or MCL tear. He's having an MRI this afternoon.

Marty is pretty miserable. He is still coughing a lot and running a fever. Also, he is having trouble swallowing and has no gag reflex, so they aren't letting him eat and have him on IV fluids. He had a mini-swallow test yesterday that didn't reveal much and is having a full swallow test today. And as if all that isn't bad enough, his aortic valve (the pig valve he had put in years and years ago) is stenotic. They can't replace it, because he's too frail. I'll post updates as we learn more.

Homeport

Frank is home!

We picked him up about 2, then went out for Thai food, 'cause he's been craving it for three weeks. Now we're just lounging about the house and helping Chloe get ready for NBTSC.

MJ got packed early so she could spend the day with the Mad-woman (as Frank calls Madelyn) at Hemp Fest. Now they and Mercedes (Mads' mom) are headed to see the Apple War, Madelyn's brother's up-and-coming rock band.

Chuck called with the news that Marty is in the hospital again with another case of pneumonia. Frank was surprised to hear this, because Marty seemed okay yesterday. These lungs things really sneak up on him, I guess. His planned and overdue oral surgery, which was scheduled for tomorrow, is postponed yet again. Too bad, he's got a couple of teeth that are really bothering him.

I'll post updates as we get them.

In the meantime, we're together again and very happy about it. Frank is tanned and trim. He looks like he's the one who spent the last three weeks going to the gym. Sailboats are great for isometric exercise.

But his knee is in pretty bad shape. He hurt it the first time he was at Judy's, but it seemed like a little tweak at the time. It's gradually gotten worse and now, since they got off the boat, it's really sore. He's wearing a knee brace and has an appointment with his doctor on Tuesday.

Tomorrow is our first of two and a half runs to Eugene for camp. I took the day off so I can help with the driving on this run, but the other one and a half will probably be Frank's to do (with MJ's help on the last half run). The first couple of years, going down on the train was fun for the girls, but this year they didn't want to face it. We're taking Madelyn down, too, so we've got a little NBTSC carpool going. Pretty fun.

Chloe and Madelyn come home on the 25th. Harper is joining MJ at the Golds for a couple of days before he heads to Session 2, then Mary is going to bring MJ halfway home on the 29th. Then it's a trip to the Evergreen State Fair, and then it's time for our big trip.

And that's how summer is going, going, gone around here...

Delay

Frank's flight was late getting out of New Orleans, so he's stuck in Denver for the night. United can't get him home until afternoon tomorrow.

The girls and I were so depressed by this news that we *had to* run right out and get ice cream. It's only helped a little bit.

Friday fill-in

1. The last meal I had at a restaurant was tonight's Subway club with a double-shot of black olives.

If you mean a "real" restaurant, I think it was spaghetti at Romio's. Yum! Or maybe the sushi dinner was more recently that. I don't remember. (Like I said, we've been eating out a fair bit.)

2. Blind patriotism is something I intensely dislike and fear.

3. The full moon is gigantic and stunning after a hot day in Seattle.

4. "The mountains are out" is one of my favorite local expressions.

5. Sometimes it's best to skip watching the news.

6. Juno is still the best movie I've seen so far this year!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to Psych and maybe a little reading time, tomorrow my plans include picking up Frank at the airport!!!!!!!!, and Sunday, I want to be with Frank and help the girls get ready for camp!

Is it just me?

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Quirky meme

Randi tagged me.

Mention six quirky yet boring, unspectacular details about yourself. Tag six other bloggers by linking to them. Go to each person's blog and leave a comment that lets them know they've been tagged. If you participate, let the person who tagged you know you've posted your quirks!

1. Not lately, but sometimes my compulsion to nibble my fingernails is so strong that I can't resist it, no matter whose office I'm in or how stupid I look.

2. I have a few "systems" around the house (scissors in drawer A, razor blade for removing can labels on shelf B, etc.). It drives me BATTY if Frank or one of the girls messes with them. I turn into Mom-zilla.

3. When my bangs get too long, my allergies flare up.

4. At the health club, I split my 30-minute cardio routine between three machines because I get too bored staying on just one.

5. I don't like scrubbing pots and pans (especially cast iron!), but sticking my hand down the garbage disposal (when it's off!) to fish things out doesn't bother me much at all.

6. Lately, I'm lazy about working the clutch in the MR2. I don't press my foot down enough, so it doesn't engage (disengage?) fully, and then I have trouble shifting. Either that or the clutch is going out.

I tag Denise, Mom, Steph, and three volunteers MJ, Chloe, and Frank.

Check these guys out!

The Toucans just played Microsoft. They were great! Steel drum fun.

I especially enjoyed this, although the clip doesn't capture the coolest part of the song.

Insomnia Doings Report

I think my brain is too full. I specifically went to bed early last night so I would get a full eight hours, but no. I woke up at 5, in time to see one of those sunrises I was taking on faith a couple days ago. It's very pretty, but I'd rather I'd missed it. Oh, well, I'll sit here admiring the peach-toned sky and blog some doings.

Frank hasn't had time to tell us all his stories, but he did say one thing last night that was nice to hear: they had a very good time. That wasn't clear from our two-minute sat-phone chats, so I'm glad he finally had the chance to communicate it.

My talks are coming along. Drafts are due this week so that Kelly can prepare transcripts for some hearing-impaired attendees. I think the drafts won't be as long as the final versions, but they'll definitely be able to get the drift.

There, don't I sound calm? In reality, I'm all in a dither because I won't be completely done by this "deadline." Breathe, Ronnie. All is well.

MJ received her replacement lens yesterday. Did I tell this story? Probably not. On the 4th of July, I knocked MJ's camera off the couch. It was fine that day, or seemed to be, but a few days later, the lens sort of froze up, and then it broke. Or we broke it trying to get it unfrozen. Anyway, there was something rattling around inside it, which couldn't be a good sign. We *really* wanted to be able to take her camera to RU Fun, so we hustled off to Circuit City to get a replacement. Of course, they only had telephoto lenses in stock, so, damn, MJ had to have an early birthday present, and we got some very cool candid photos of people at RU Fun who didn't know they were being photographed, and MJ loved her new toy. But over the past couple of weeks, she has started really missing the old lens, since it was better for self-portraits and other close-range work. We priced them online and she was able to afford one, so she ordered it. It arrived yesterday.

This explains the flurry of STUNNING photos on her photo blog.

Chloe has been working on her story. I am not privy to many details of said story, so that's about all I can tell you, except that she's very dedicated.

The three of us went for a walk at sunset last night. Our neighborhood really is a pleasant place to stroll. We love looking at the 20s architecture, and a few of the neighbor cats will come out to greet us. Several people had their sprinklers going (not realizing that brown is the new green), and Chloe took big, looping detours to avoid stepping on wet sidewalks. I'm not sure why, but her mystery is part of her charm. My fairy child. Anyway, it was fun, and I took some photos finally, although I haven't posted them yet. (MJ is able to get her camera card to work in my computer, so maybe she can teach me and I'll get back into my pre-sailing routine.)

Steph said she's looking forward to my blogging from Europe. I had to confess that I'm not sure I'll be blogging then, because I want to live it more than write about it. You all might have to wait until October for pictures and stories from our trip.

I think I've discovered the cure to my monthly Pouty Mouthy Shrew phase: exercise. I was completely cheerful all through the usual Days of the Grouch. I'm less chipper this week, but (a) nobody can maintain that good a mood indefinitely without pharmaceutical assistance, and (b) I'm really missing Frank this week, and (c) I'm stressed about my talks.

About (b): It occurred to me yesterday that this is the longest Frank and I have been apart since 1986. We've done two weeks before but never three.

The girls and I are reading the new Artemis Fowl book together. We're enjoying it, but the subject matter is a little on the grim side: Artemis' mother is dying. I'm sure Artemis and Holly will find the cure and triumph in the end, but it's still a less than pleasant theme. What is pleasant is reading with my daughters again. We do less of this now that they're teenagers, so it's been nice to get back to it.

The sun just popped over the trees, so I guess I'll go ahead and start my day. My (very few) early-bird coworkers will be quite surprised to see me so early.

Arrival

Frank is at Judy's. Bob and Gort are at a municipal pier because there isn't as much depth as advertised for getting into the marina where Bob had made arrangements for a slip. They'll move the boat tomorrow.

All is well.

The Rigolets!

Gort has reached the Rigolets (the not-straight straight into the lake, pronounced rig-uh-lees by the locals). They have huge wind from exactly the wrong direction today, so they're still motoring. Kind of disappointing for a couple of sailors.

They decided not to stop for fuel in Gulfport. Their supply seems good, and if they've miscalculated, well, Bob has tow insurance.

They are going to keep motoring through the thunderstorms and cross Lake Pontchartrain to Bob's slip. Frank will be at Judy's tonight!

I assume Judy knows this. Hmm. Maybe I should call her. :-)

A haiku from Chloe

Oh, sweet graham cracker!
How I love to munch on you!
You are delicious!

Mississippi

All is well. I'm having trouble finding them a working gas dock in Gulfport (continuing Katrina woes, three years later—so much for the land of opportunity), so they might end up taking a taxi to get some gas cans filled. But Gulfport is where they're headed. They'll anchor off Ship Island tonight, then head into port in the daylight tomorrow. I'm hoping they'll have cell service tonight so I'll get to talk to Frank again.

Update about 7:00 p.m. -- Frank just called via cell phone (they're near towers again!). They are anchored off of Ship Island and doing well. They are very much looking forward to being able to sleep all night tonight. They're going to check their fuel supply in the morning and then decide whether to go into Gulfport or just head for New Orleans.

A much calmer day

Frank and Bob had a much better day today, calm and uneventful. But it doesn't look like they made much headway (or maybe I had their position wrong yesterday). Frank says the wind is coming over their nose, so they're motoring. They plan to pull into Gulfport or Pass Christian sometime Monday for some diesel, and then continue on into New Orleans. After yesterday's progress, I thought they'd arrive a day earlier than that, so I'm feeling discouraged on their behalf. They seem upbeat, though, and mostly just relieved to be having an easy time of it again.