Category: Vitauts

These are stories about my father.

Vitauts: May 22, 2017

Vitauts: May 22, 2017

Forgetting How to Cook I remember when my ex-ex-mother-in-law was ill or away for a few days. My ex-ex-father-in-law didn’t really know how to cook anything. This was a bit of a shock for me, but I guess it is a fairly common thing for American men of a certain generation. However, this has never …

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Vitauts: March 13, 2017

Vitauts: March 13, 2017

Monday the 13th has been a strange day. It was the first work day after the Spring Forward of Daylight Savings Time. It is the day after my birthday. There was snow on the ground when I left for work, and people were driving slowly. And, apparently, it’s a full moon. I knew it was …

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Vitauts Update: March 1, 2017

Vitauts Update: March 1, 2017

I took dad to the good Doctor S. again yesterday. All the way there he gave me the same lecture about how he had driven these roads many times and how he used to know how to drive there. When we got to the office, he asked the name of the doctor, so I pointed to …

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Vitauts in the Hospital: February 10-13

Vitauts in the Hospital: February 10-13

“Old Age is no Fun” After visiting Dr. S, we came home and it snowed. School was not called off on that Wednesday as it probably should have been, and I drove my Honda through the messy streets, picking up donuts for my morning class, and barely making it up Dodge street to 90th. By …

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Doctor Dementia Feb. 7, 2017

Doctor Dementia Feb. 7, 2017

I am trying to deal with yesterday’s visit to the doctor, so I’m writing it out. Vitauts went to a neurologist in December for a dementia test. Susan and Andra brought him for what he described as “three hours of torture.” The neurologist asked him question after question after question making notes of what dad …

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Vitauts takes out the Trash

Vitauts takes out the Trash

Yesterday was Wednesday, trash day. I didn’t realize it until I got home from school only to see empty recycling bins and garbage cans lining the block. “Shoot!” I thought, now we have to wait a week to empty the trash. Oh well, no big deal. Then, it wasn’t until Thursday evening that I looked …

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Vitauts and the Gas

Vitauts and the Gas

I got a phone call today at school during my second day of speech camp. It was my father. His car had broken down, he wasn’t sure where he was or what was wrong, but he needed help. Thankfully, some nice Samaritan had pushed his car of the busy main road and stayed with him. …

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Vitauts in Latvia 18: The Departure

Vitauts in Latvia 18: The Departure

The Departure Saturday morning came quickly. It was hard to get dad up, and he was a bit disoriented, but Bruno woke us all up at 4 a.m. and made sure we got to the taxi. He said he called for a van the night before, but the guy showed up in a station wagon. …

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Vitauts in Latvia 17: Friday

Vitauts in Latvia 17: Friday

Vitauts in Latvia 17: Friday (piektdiena)  I sort of woke up on Friday morning, but I was in a lot of pain. I promised myself that I would never drink enough to get sick again, but hey, it was Latvia. It was a bar crawl. There was absinthe. I had a slims gulva (sick head), …

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Vitauts in Latvia: Postscript

Vitauts in Latvia: Postscript

UPDATE: Okay, you smug, self-satisfied TSA agent… show me where in this description it says that my liquor has to be in a clear bottle. I am no lawyer, but I can read. UPDATE #2: I took the rules below to the TSA agents and said there is nothing about clear bottles. His excuse? The …

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