Surreal

That I am laying on a bed in a Holiday Inn express in Fulton MS, two blocks from the autozone that will have the replacement thermostat housing for my broken down Mini Cooper by 11 AM tomorrow. We were going to drive straight through to Oklahoma to see my Uncle Gordon who has stage 4 lung cancer. I am still trying to come to terms with that fact, was a shock to talk to him on the phone a few days ago and hear my dads voice, that was very hard. I am somewhat angry that I did not know earlier, but that is what it is. As with so much of my family there is distance and disfunction, my lack of communication seems to be a family trait.
That my car is broken down though is just another bump in the road and I am not upset, not angry. That we had to ride 20 miles with some weird old wrecker driver who’s casual racism, pride in not getting drafted in 1967 “because now everything is made in Vietnam and we ought to bomb their weapons plants so they can’t make ak-47s”, and fear that trump will get us all killed.
Can not watch tv because the hotel has direct tv and the thunderstorm that I walked two miles in earlier today has caught up and now flicker, boom and darkness and silence has filled the room as the power has left the building.

Sometimes these things just do not seem real, but one thing is certain my new medicine definitely works.