No, I didn’t take a vacation to get away from — I took this vacation to come to… my son’s home in Texas. To celebrate his birthday! We’re just now winding down a three-day partython. Rolando might be able to understand the “party hearty” concept since my son‘s wife — and therefore all the relatives on that side of the family — are Cuban.
My son is not only the “official” funny one in the family (class.clownpictures.com), he is also unofficially funny even when not on camera. So in addition to watching all his humorous video clips, I got to experience his normal interaction with his older brother, who also came for the party. Seeing the two of them together is always like watching them grow up all over again. You’d think they were looking forward to being teenagers the way they act around each other!
Knowing that I had a lot of work to do on the paper, even while here, Greg kept reminding me of that every time I wandered away from the computer to interact with one of them: “Are you working on an article about how Carmen looks when she wakes up in the morning?” or, as I stepped into the living room to see which film noir was being watched (Greg had received a box of 100 Greatest Mystery Classics as a gift), he said, “Are you working on an article about The Strange Love of Martha Ivers?” Finally, when my oldest son, Frankie, was getting ready
to leave for the airport and I was outside saying good-bye to him, Greg said, “So is the article you’re working on now about how to say goodbye to your son? I didn’t think so!” He certainly wanted to be sure I got my work done!
Well, right now Greg is on his way to the airport to drop off his brother, his wife, Carmen, is in her room resting, Alek is picking up his sister, Niki, at work, and the other grandparents are at their home. I am more or less all alone right now, except for Russell, the dog, who is sleeping at my feet–so I should be able to get some work
And yes, it’s true: I haven’t had the news on at all since Friday. But I guess as I work on the paper I’ll get all caught up. The weather here is delightful, it feels good to see all the assorted family members again, and I don’t want to spoil my vacation by wondering if things are going just fine at the office without me. (I imagine they are, and that’s how it should be, but who really wants to know that they are not missed even a little bit?)
Fast forward to a couple of hours later. Greg gets home, all tired out from the last big act of the day–driving his brother to the airport–and settles down to watch another movie in his film noir collection. He’s about 15 minutes into it, and feeling good to have all the hecticness over and done with. The phone rings. It’s his brother. The plane had departure problems. He needs to be picked up and spend another night here. Oh joy. Just what a very tired, partied-out brother wants to hear as he’s settling down to continue his 100-mystery movie film noir marathon!
So off he goes, because he’s a good brother, giving Carmen a chance to switch the movie to another in that collection, the original “Gaslight,” which I had never seen and she always wanted to see (after watching that, I can say for sure that I liked the remake with Charles Boyer and Ingrid Bergman much better, although it had a good prototype to copy from).
Almost two hours later, when the brothers showed up, I quickly switched back to working on the paper, not wanting to hear, “So, is your latest article about film noir movies…”
Morning came early, even though Frankie’s alarm didn’t go off; it’s a good thing his brother had a better quality alarm clock and dedication to getting him out on time. So out the door they flew, on their way to give departure another go.
I’ve got plans for after the paper is finished this time around; but for now, I’ve got to get back to business big time and make some headway this morning before Greg gets back from driving his brother to the airport for the second time, and wants to know if the article I’m working on includes anything about raiding the refrigerator or playing with the dog.
Maramis Choufani is the Managing Editor of the Las Vegas Tribune. She writes a weekly column in this newspaper. To contact Maramis, email her at email@example.com.