NOLA 

  
Breakfast at Cafe du monde 

As you may remember, we decided to take an extended weekend trip to New Orleans to spend time with Huey and my grandson, James. 

It was a terrific time and one that lasted just long enough. Here are a few highlights!

   
   
Day one was rainy so we stopped into a little restaurant in the French Quarter. James had soda, I had wine and we all had a few laughs. Especially when James was trying to figure out how to take a selfie. 

   
 
Dinner was a light affair. We were all tired from our trip and James was getting cranky. Nonni remedied that! 

   
 
James insisted on sleeping with Julie and I. While I was fine with this arrangement, I was hoping to utilize the leather handles on the headboard. Next time! 

   
   
Day two was shopping and checking out the town. We even stopped at Harrah’s casino to try our luck. We won 30 bucks so I’d say it was a success.

   
    
   
The third and final day was the zoo! It was a bit overcast so the 5 hours we spent walking around wasn’t so bad.

All in all a good time was had by all! 

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My spirit animal 

Tonight Julie is feeling better so I ventured out to get a quick run in.

As I walked in the house, she asked, “how did it go?”

Me: “It was good. I saw the damnest thing. I saw a raccoon with an empty beer can run into the sewer by the Mathisin house.”

Julie: “So you were able to do cardio AND you discovered your spirit animal. Sounds like a good workout to me.”

And the chemo hasn’t thwarted her sense of sarcasm…

To write or not to write 

Today wasn’t such a great day. 

Julie had her first round of chemo. Yes, I said chemo and not radiation. After much back and forth, her and the oncologist decided that the chemo would be the better route. 

Radiation is 4 times a week and the drive north to get it would be too much trouble. (It’s about a 3 hour drive from where we live)

Chemo, on the other hand is once a week and that seemed more manageable. 

At first Julie wasn’t wanting any of either. She insisted that they had removed the tumor and so it wasn’t necessary. The doctor was a smart ass and told her, “you are a Ph.D. I’m the real doctor.”

I laughed, then quickly turned my head when Julie shot me a look that my mother used to give me when I’d giggle in church. 

There is always the remote possibility that there is still a few cancerous cells lurking in there so they want to make certain. 

I drove up with Julie. Having been through it with my mother, I had a pretty good idea what to expect. Julie had read about it online so she was prepared for the time drain but not the aftershock. 

I asked her to eat a good sized breakfast and take in lots of fluids. 

“I’ll be peeing the entire five hours!”

I was insistent so she did. 

About three hours after the chemo, she was grateful. 

The food had pretty much been digested but at least she wasn’t dry heaving. And she hasn’t eaten anything since breakfast except a few sips of vegetable soup I picked up for her. 

I feel helpless. My wife is sitting in our bedroom in bed watching old episodes of The Tomorrow People on Netflix trying to get enough water and Gatorade in her so when she makes the next mad dash to the bathroom she doesn’t have an empty stomach. 

My mom never had this bad a reaction so I have to admit I am a little surprised. However, as Julie has reminded me, my mother was so damn tough that she walked around on a broken hip for two months before she decided it “bothered” her enough to do something. Therefore, chemo wasn’t about to take her down! 

I’m glad this is only once a week and it’s only for 6 weeks because I don’t know if either of us could take much more of this. 

You can look at the menu, just eat at home 

Amyone who knows me knows that I am faithful. Almost to a fault (if that can apply in this situation) 

So, cheating on Julie is one thing that has never been a concern. At least for me. However…if you recall, the original reason we broke up 20+ years ago was because back then, I didn’t feel the same sense of loyalty that I do today, and I strayed. 

Like most, I can appreciate a beautiful woman. I enjoy talking to someone who is intelligent and witty and I have to admit that when someone flirts with me its strokes my ego. 

One such thing happened tonight. Actually, it was more than just casual flirting on the other persons part. 

Let me back up a little. 

I have a lot of straight female friends that I flirt with on Facebook. We joke about moving to Utah so I can legally marry all of them, with Julie being my “first wife” (which apparently is a huge deal in the world of polygamy.)

We talk about how I’ll have to purchase an entire block so all my wives can have their own home for me to come visit them in. 

Julie laughs and thinks it’s all in good fun because it is. These women are mostly straight, mostly married and women I’ve known since childhood. 

Every once in a while I’ll get a message on Facebook from someone telling me that they have had a crush on me for years and never had the nerve to speak up. My typical response is simply, “that’s sweet and I’m flattered.” Even these comments don’t bother Julie. I joke about it and tell her each time one pops up on my messenger. 

Tonight, however, one rubbed her the wrong way. 

An old mutual friend of ours (I went to school with her and played basketball and volleyball with her, and Julie played softball and soccer with her) sent me a message on Facebook that threw both of us for a loop. 

“This is your drunk text for the night. I’d never have the nerve to tell you this in person but I think you are amazing. I love you more than you could ever know.”

I didn’t hide it from Julie or deny that the two of us do chat from time to time on messenger. It is always harmless and she is married so I never imagined that this would be a message I’d get from her. 

I could see the look on Julie’s face and it wasn’t a good one. 

“I don’t think I’m ok with this. I’m used to women flirting with you but this somehow feels a little wrong.”

Julie isn’t the jealous type. She knows I’m madly in love with her but this did strike a nerve. 

I didn’t respond to the message because I don’t know how. 

L has been a friend to both of us for over 30 years so I really don’t know how to feel or react to this. 

I’m not sure if Julie’s reaction is because this is a “real” person that she knows and not just one of my random, anonymous Facebook friends that she’s never met, or maybe it was the use of the word “love”. 

Either way, I have found myself in a sticky situation and I’m not sure how to proceed.