An African Lunch

I'm looking forward to having lunch with an 80 something year old African woman friend of mine, Beatrice. I will be interviewing her for a human geography project. She is from Ghana and lived there most of her life. I am going to pick her up at 11:00 and take her to her doctor's appointment and then to Luby's in Galveston. She usually relies on public transportation. I saw her sitting in front of Walgreens one time waiting on her ride. Hours later I saw her still waiting... that's why I offered to take her to her doctor's appointment. She is a joy; always has a smile on.

I made the decision to buy this frickin house yesterday and last night Barry and I both got headaches. I had trouble breathing and so did my dog, Sammy. I thought it might be the chemicals, the newspaper ink, or perhaps the stress of the decision. But what about Sammy? Maybe he can feel our stress. :) The news reported that we are under a terror alert. In my dreams last night, two people told me to move to Eagle Mountain. ? Now I'm confused AGAIN. Reading in my dad's journal last night, I learned of a friend of his that died of lung cancer. Probably gained from these chemical plants.

Barry and I went to city hall yesterday and spoke with Doug Hoover, the economic planner. His sister is the mother of Lee Hancock, local boy who made it big in Hollywood. He wrote a story that Kevin Cosner stared in and Clint Eastwood directed (A Different World??), and now he has directed the movie, "The Alamo." We were curious about the upcoming MegaPort in TC and Doug answered a lot of our questions. It will be five years before we see any containers along the dike. Then the mayor's secretary inundated us with gifts from the city: a neat cooler, history book, an invitation to a dinner party, pamphlets, etc. She wants us to move here. We will try to make the next commissioners meeting in early April. Dad would be proud. In his journal he notes that he and his family were not contributing to the city and that they needed to cultivate a social life outside of the family. It felt good intermingling with city personnel. We also went to the administration building where our family stayed during hurricane Carla, 1963, so Barry could pick up a listing of tax delinquent repo properties.

Ronnie dropped by last night inbetween runs to give us the local newspaper. It was full of the terror alert information, and Doug Hoover was on the front page. I bet he thought that's why we were in his office, and we didn't even know about it. He wasn't a very hospitable person.

Well, off to blow dry my stringy hair and prepare for my date.