Feb. 27
Sunday a.m. Time to drink some Capresso coffee and then go out and
pull weeds. I guess there's something kind of elemental and at the same
time ridiculous about a 53-year-old flabby business guy pulling weeds,
but hey. It's no more strange than me trying to deal with the net economy.
I do about as much good with that situation as I do the weeds. Trying
to cope with entering my stage of life is becoming interesting. It's
like there is something else that should be evident to me as far as
my new tasks, but it isn't clear yet.
Afternoon--can't believe that I actually sat down in my chair and nodded
off for an hour! Geez! That was outrageous. I should have been up here
working on things.
Later--whew! Now we're home after the Symphony Wine Auction. I got
a little extravagant on buying a vertical of Opus Ones. It's for charity,
all right, but I need to start thinking a little more sensibly. Saw
a lot of people we know at the party and the eight course meal was stunning.
We sat by a doctor named Joe Powell. He was a jolly soul--Linda talked
to him at length. Darn, I should have saved the menu. Anyway, it's time
to go get my tape of "King of the Hill" and watch it.