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Fort Worth in the Spring
Last night I made a wonderful garlic shrimp, rice, and stir-fried veggies for my parents and stayed the night at home. So far it's been so much social stimulation I question whether it's healthy for me to live alone. We went walking afterwards and ran into our neighbor who's wife Amy had a stroke a few months back and has been a vegetable. Extremely good news - she's about 100 times better than the last time we saw her - she can almost stand again and she can understand what we're saying as well as talk a little bit - therapy is god-sent, I tell you. Her husband, that crazy guy that plays his saxaphone as loud and out-of-tune as possible as well as sings drunkenly in his back yard seems to have turned a 180. He looks so much better and so happy Amy is slowly recovering. They are no older than 50 years old, what a tragedy... but it's always good to see they're doing so much better. I also learned how caring my parents are - they've already visited her in the hospital a couple of times and want to see her whenever she comes home.
I had a dream bordering on erotic last night involving being at outlaw in the desert running away from everything and everyone. My dad told me deserts symbolized spiritualism. I awoke to my dad calling me to wake up, let's go have Donuts. We went to the place we used to go as a child, which has switched names about a hundred times but still in the same building. We decided to take the vespa since it was a warm day. Afterwards we drove around the area in Fort Worth where the Montgomery Wards was being turned into Condos. We passed the duck pond, this cool cigar shop hidden in the warehouse district, and went to the botanical gardens where ladies were dressed in Kimonos with their cherry-blossom umbrellas for the Japanese Garden's Spring-Fest. The Rose Garden was not yet in bloom but there were beaucoup de photographers out there with children and young adults taking pictures here and there. My dad took us through the WIll Rogers area where the flea markets were and a quick trip through the underground parking lot (which, on a Vespa, is a strange sensation - hot then cold then hot). All in all it was a minor tour of all the things I used to do as a kid on the weekend. Being in a Vespa it felt like you could reach out and touch everything as you passed it. Of course, now my hair is a tangled mess and my eyes are all watery from the wind. My dad's not too fond at stopping at any redlights under the assumption that "My vespa's too light for it to realize there is a car here." Still, my heart is beating from the slight SWITCH of the breaks through every redlight. Fun times...
I think I might go Thrift-store shopping this afternoon.