DC, OH, WV, OH, DC, NL, DE, NL, DC -- wow!

The next few weeks will be a whirlwind for sure. The Chariot has been returned and this weekend The Mister and I are popping in to see the fams in Ohio and West Virginia. The Mister will fly back on Monday and I'll stick around for a little more quality time. It will be nice to see my Papaw now he is home after his heart attack. Papaw celebrated his 93rd birthday this past Friday and my well wishes are overdue!

After I return to DC, it will be time to pack up and zoom across the great blue ocean for my first solo-vacation. Although I will be staying with friends for most of the time, it is a big adventure as I have never done anything like this.

"Cultural Recuperation" might be a good way to look at it (thanks AD), and I am truly looking forward to time in museums, music halls, cafes and pubs. It's a bit scary but also exciting.

I will try to blog when I can and in the meantime, I send you my best wishes!

~Super

Patience, Young Jedi.

I miss Wino and Capitall, Drinky and Red.

I'll be heading towards the Dubbya Vee (gotta see my Papaw!) and then to Ohio in a couple of weeks after I finish up a job (which, by the by, may keep my blogging a bit sporadic). Hope of hopes I get to visit with them!

And it's strange... I keep having this feeling something good is coming towards Capitall... or that it already has. I had a dream about her a few weeks ago but can't bring myself to tell her of it for fear of jinxing. Well, I also don't want to end up in a padded room, either.

I'm off to work!

Go around my heart.

Today my Papaw had a 'mild' heart attack; he is 92. Wow, that was hard to write.

The fact is, I can not think about anything happening to my Papaw. You see, he is my Heart. I grew up no more than 200 yards from his house and as close as that may seem, I already lost my Mamaw and just can't imagine this happening. Sure, he's 92, but he's my Papaw... This is just too much. Too much.

I feel like I can't shoulder the weight; like it's just one thing after another and I am ridiculously small.

My brother said he believes Papaw will be fine for this go-around. I say, "When you are 92 years old, how long is a 'go-around'?." Call me Defeatist, if you will. I am a realist. Papaw signed up for three tours in WWII. He had a quadruple bi-pass in the early Eighties. In 2004, at 89, both of his knees were replaced at the same time. He has endured, accomplished and stood for more than any person I know. Papaw is my Heart; the man to whom I have and will compare all others.

And I am too far away for consolation. I have begun writing a tribute, homage, eulogy, whatever... and I just can't get it right.

Perhaps when I sober up... I don't know. Perhaps when he moves on. There is a point when you think "Maybe it is just better this way..." And then the guilt settles in.

He is lucid. He is strong. He has had an amazing life with the expansion going as far as great-grand children.

I don't know... I am a disaster right now. I'm dizzy with solitude and all I want is Peace. Or rather, sometimes I want a hug. Who knows?