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Survivor Journals Every couple of weeks, the
group will be issued a "challenge entry". The
site will post a excerpt from the challenge entries, as
well as the link to the complete entry found on the
journaller's own journal site. Diet Week #12 Goal : Immediate goal: Lost to date: |
So anyway, this meant Peggy's things out of the guest room and cleaning up somewhat...at least clearing a path through the front door. I also had a bunch of transcription to do, so Peggy did the brunt of the work (I"m so kind to houseguests). Maybe it was the care and feeding of Bev as well. I sat at my computer and she took care of the housework (I could learn to like this arrangement!). She made a nice space for "Stevie Boy," as she calls him, including even ironing his pillowcases. I took a break at one point to go to the store to pick up food for him while he's with us. He has some strict dietary restrictions that have to be followed. The medication that saved his life, Crixivan, also has given him diabetes and so he adheres to a strict diabetic diet. His cholesterol also went sky high last year, and so he has to watch his fat intake. However, with both of those restrictions, the AIDS makes him very thin, and he needs to pack on the carbohydrates so he doesn't lose too much weight. People who think AIDS is cured, or that it's "not a big deal" any more should see the kinds of things Steve lives with each day (try to figure out his pill schedule alone!). I guess that's one reason why all of us do work on the "care and feeding of Steve Schalchlin." (Dont read this, Steve.) I got the refrigerator stocked about the time Peggy finished ironing the pillowcases, we packed all of her gear into the car (sheesh--you'd think she was going away for a month!) and we drove down to the Bay Area to move her into Olivia's apartment. With Peggy taken care of, I drove to San Francisco to meet Steve at Ken's apartment. He and I drove out to the theatre where Ken is doing a show to pick him up. It's the Victoria on 16th and Mission and an interesting building in that it's like the Lamplighters' old Presentation Theatre, gone to seed. Same sort of look, about the same size, great fly space, a bit of wing space, and could be a great theatre if you could find a place to park and if you didn't have to wend your way through drug dealers and hookers to get there. After we met Ken, we stopped by a taqueria to pick up some dinner. This place was, some 20 years ago, a cafeteria type place where I used to have lunch with the Lamplighter crowd when I worked there. Then it became a Chinese restaurant where we continued to have lunch each day. It seems strange to see it completely remodeled and doing a booming business as a taco and burrito fast food joint. But we picked up a couple of huge burritos and brought them back to eat at Ken's place, sharing them with his Brittany spaniel, Piper. Around 8 or so, the three of us packed up the car and headed south to Palo Alto. It poured rain most of the way here. Steve was blissfully unaware, snoring in the passenger seat. Ken was a great navagator and we only had to make a handful of u-turns when we got going in the wrong direction. So here we are ensconced in the Faculty Club guest house. It has a very 70s look about it. We are in a 3 room suite (la-dee-da!) and the living room has a nice high vaulted ceiling, a lovely "conversation area," and a writing desk overlooking the campus. Of course the TV is so old it has no remote control, dosn't get cable, has lousy reception, and has no VCR and while the telephone has a modem jack, there's no place to plug in the computer, so I'm typing with my suitcase on a luggage stand, the computer on top of that, and my knees straddling the whole thing. But it works, so I'm not complaining. |
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