Home Away from Home
It's day seven of this particular stay in New Orleans. My wife who is down the weekend is sleeping in the hotel room. She is exhausted after visiting two plantation houses, San Francisco and Destrehan, and a late lunch eating boiled crab. Yesterday, we went to New Orleans and walked the river walk, visited Jackson Square, ate deep fried seafood at a small restaurant on the shore of Lake Pontchartrain, watched alligators in a bayou, ate at the Cafe du Monde, and walked down Bourbon Street. Tomorrow we head north to a town on the other side of Lake Pontchartrain to spend the day antiquing. She goes home on Monday, and I will spend the rest of the week here. Our Odessey around south Louisana may not equal Homer's tale, but it has been exciting enough for us.
The day has been hot. This is no big surprize since this is New Orleans and this is the summer. The rest of the week looks to be equally hot. Again no surprize. What is surprizing is how poorly my wife is adapting to it. It seems to sap her in a way that is a little scary. I do not believe that she could live in a climate like this without some serious work on getting into better shape. I am not a poster child for fitness in late middle age, but there seems to be a difference between me and her. The heat almost seems dangerous for her. It's like her body has lost the ability to adapt to high temperatures. The nice thing is that I will be able to send her back to Michigan in a couple of days and this will no longer be a problem.
I sense that she and I are changing as we grow older, and I am not sure that we are going in the same direction. It is not a crisis. I just get the feeling that our spheres of interest do not overlap in the way that they once did. Perhaps these extended stays away from home are not the best thing.
Odyessus was able to be gone for twenty years. When he came back, everything was cool between him and Penelope. Why am I having problems with being gone 5 day per week? Maybe sacking Troy is more glamorous than accounting. Maybe killing 50 suitors is more exciting than cutting the lawn when you get back.
The day has been hot. This is no big surprize since this is New Orleans and this is the summer. The rest of the week looks to be equally hot. Again no surprize. What is surprizing is how poorly my wife is adapting to it. It seems to sap her in a way that is a little scary. I do not believe that she could live in a climate like this without some serious work on getting into better shape. I am not a poster child for fitness in late middle age, but there seems to be a difference between me and her. The heat almost seems dangerous for her. It's like her body has lost the ability to adapt to high temperatures. The nice thing is that I will be able to send her back to Michigan in a couple of days and this will no longer be a problem.
I sense that she and I are changing as we grow older, and I am not sure that we are going in the same direction. It is not a crisis. I just get the feeling that our spheres of interest do not overlap in the way that they once did. Perhaps these extended stays away from home are not the best thing.
Odyessus was able to be gone for twenty years. When he came back, everything was cool between him and Penelope. Why am I having problems with being gone 5 day per week? Maybe sacking Troy is more glamorous than accounting. Maybe killing 50 suitors is more exciting than cutting the lawn when you get back.
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