evile | 2478Galveston Camping Weekend

Aug. 30, 2004

Up around 7:30, did not get out the door until almost 10. Sweetie was
just dawdling like crazy. I don't even know how he manages to waste
so much time. I tried not to be naggy & crazy about it, just sat &
read and drank coffee, dinked on the internet, etc etc. while he did
whatever. Called Dave around 9:30 to say we were not yet leaving,
might not be in Houston until 1 or so. I think it was more like 1:30,
but Dave didn't seem too upset. David was able to join us; he'd been
working that morning, so would not have been able to make it to
brunch, so maybe it's all for the best.

We went to this place called "vietnam" and had asian food. It was
tasty. It rained & poured while we were in the restaurant, but passed
quickly & then we got back on the road.

Got into Galveston a bit after 5 I think. Set up camp, walked on the
beach, took the flashlight out & stalked crabs with it after sunset,
then Sweetie had a meltdown about Nickie, apparently he had been planning
on scattering her ashes, and was just having a hard time working up
to it. He cried. I cried. Finally we walked out to the shore & he
poured her ashes into the ocean, as we walked. Her last walk on the
beash, he said. But...in some ways she's still here & always will be.
We took her to the beach a bunch of times, so there are still
memories of that...I hope it was healing for him. It's hard to say.
I always think he's OK, and then something will happen to show that
he really isn't. I know he's still mourning his dad. *sigh*

So that was sad.

Next morning we got up around 9, had sex, made breakfast on the
grill, and packed up. We drove over to the ferry, went over to
Bolivar (I like it, it's seedy!), went to Crystal beach (the name!
ICK!), walked & swam, had sandwiches for lunch, then left there about
4 and drove home. With a stop somewhere near Brenham for dinner at K-
[uncle B]'s steakhouse. Got home around 10:30, showered, did some laundry,
went to bed.

Msg from [aunt L] on the machine. [rubber pig] called to say that they are
moving & need to get rid of Paulie (no, really this time! yeah yeah)
so [aunt L] seemed to have some baroque overly-complex plan involving me
calling sineater to have sineater call [brother A] to make arrangements. Something
about [brother A] & [rubber pig] will drive Paulie to Austin, anyway...

I dunno. I emailed [aunt L] w/sineater's phone # at home & to the best of my
knowledge, when he would be home & skye_ds wouldn't. She called me on
my cell this a.m. around 10:30, saying something about how would I
call sineater and ask sineater to call [brother A], bla bla, and I tried to be
polite (but probably failed) and told her that if [brother A] & [rubber pig] are
asking a favor, wouldn't it be more polite for [brother A] or [rubber pig] to call
sineater/skye_ds to ask & make the arrangements? She seemed to see this as
a novel concept. I am glad to see her taking steps to take herself
out of the middle, but let's go one step further and not put ME into
the mix in her stead.