on again, off again

First I was going to Istanbul, and then I wasn't.  And then I was again.  And now I'm NOT. 

The plan was for me to accompany the "little old man from Turkey" back home.  His family was worried about his ability to travel alone and so had asked if I would accompany him back.  After seeing the sights in Istanbul, I was planning to catch a plane to Athens and spend a week or so visiting a friend there.  

But Friday morning, "the little old man from Turkey" woke up completely lucid and declared, "There is no way I'm going back to Turkey!  Now give me the phone, I'm gonna call the son-of-a-bitch that nailed my house shut!"  (His house had been condemned and boarded up during his season of dementia)  So, instead of spending today traveling through airports, I'm spending it trying a few new recipes from Lebanon and starting a new book. 

At least the house smells good!!!!