My brother is staying in Mobile, Alabama to report on the aftershocks of Hurricane Katrina. His wife is heading today to my parents house in New York, where she and their son will hunker down for the next, oh, six months or so. It's a wild time.
My parents spent the long weekend clearing out their finished basement. No mean feat, but one long overdue. My dad is thrilled. He talked about how nice it looks, with a beautiful oriental carpet in there, new lights, and a bed for Charlie. "It'll be a great big playroom for Charlie," he said. Yesterday was his birthday. 76! "The spirit of 76," he says. Dear old dad. He was a bit disappointed that he couldn't get a couch downstairs. By himself.
My sister took them out to dinner last night at Richardson's Canal House to celebrate. Sometimes, I wish I lived closer to family.
Alex is back in D.C. doing research at the Library of Congress for his book. I'm here, immersed in workplace politics. Or, really, trying to understand workplace politics. I may be wasting my time.
So that's life. Everyone is safe and sound and heading to higher ground. I made chili. I guess it's all rather delightfully boring in my neck of the woods. Hope it continues.
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