Author: rommel

The morning went to arranging care for my grandmother, working out how her carer will be paid and setting the finances in order behind it. It is a small administrative thing on paper, and yet it is the part of the day I am gladdest to have gotten right. I automated the posting to my…

Went to see Coyote vs Acme, and it turned out to be the whole day. I enjoyed it more than I expected, less for the film itself than for how completely it returned me to being a child in front of the same cartoons. The crowd was older than I’d guessed, more grown men than…

Most of the day went to looking after Liza, who is healing faster from the ICL surgery than I had any right to expect. San Diego meet the Galaxy tonight, and with them comes Chucky Lozano, the black sheep, returned. I will be honest about where I have landed: I have become a full hater.…

Liza came through her second eye surgery today, and it went as cleanly as the first. The drugs left her loopy and disarmingly funny, holding court on the one thing that mattered to her: tater tots and a glass of milk. I was glad to indulge it. She is fully bionic now, the same as…

A short crossing into Tijuana this morning for Liza’s post-op checkup, in and out before the day had properly begun. The news was good: she is healing as she should, and cleared for surgery tomorrow. There is a strange arithmetic to these visits, where a few quiet minutes in an examination room decide the shape…

Took Liza across the border to Tijuana today for the surgery on her first eye. It went well, as far as I can tell, and she is home now and resting. The days ahead are mine to keep watch over her while she mends. When she is ready, we make the trip again for the…

The visit ended this morning with goodbyes to Summer and Ryan and the twins, the kind that are easy to say and harder to mean. The flight back to San Diego was uneventful, and for once the cabin was quiet the whole way; no crying children this time. Home again, I took up the Diablo…

The power is still out at home, and there is a certain clarity in a house gone quiet, with nothing humming in the walls. I spent the better part of the day with Summer and Ryan, which is the sort of thing the outage almost seems designed to allow. We ended the day at Eem,…

Word reached me that something has gone wrong at home. The power, I believe, though from Portland there is no way to be certain and nothing to be done about it either way. What grates is not the outage itself but the backups, which were meant for exactly this and have failed to hold. A…

Good progress on Fiber Club today, the kind that comes steady rather than in a rush. Breakfast was eggs and potatoes, near enough to a frittata to earn the name. The rest of the day bends toward other people: the grocery haul we brought in still needs turning into frozen meals for Summer and Ryan,…