January 25, 2000

loose ends

I'm at loose ends. We planned a trip to Houston this weekend. We have a benefit planned here at the house the next Saturday. I'd carefully arranged a time the Sunday and Monday after that for my parents to visit and see the house I'm trying to convince them to move to. They spring a business trip on me today. I'm not crazy about trips but I really don't like it when they come at the last minute. And this one will be viscious, talking to cutsomers and co-workers non-stop. I know I should be out doing this kind of thing. I guess I just like a little more notice than two weeks. It's hard to have a life if you can't plan it. I've got to submit my paper for the May conference this week, too. It's done, really, if I can just stop editing it every time I read it. I spent part of today in some meetings that weren't real pleasant. My job is a constant joy! (Well, sometimes.) Anyway, I'll be erratic about posting here for a few weeks but I hope to 'catch it up' with some comments on each day.

The exciting part of my day for sure was a quick trip down to Barton Springs at lunch. Forrest and I donned hard hats and had a tour of the new opera building which is going up across from Palmer. What a neat space and what a wonderful view from the roof. The recital hall we helped finance is going to be very neat. Opera singers who come from out of town will be able to stay in a hotel nearby, walk to rehearsal and walk to the performance space when the Long Performance Center is done. That's a long way off, of course. 2004, I think. The rehearsal hall will have a sprung floor, too, so dance companies can use it. This is something Forrest fought for and helped finance. The building will include a music school and has these very nice teaching rooms for that as well as box office space, offices and such.

Had a short dog walk tonight. Temps have cooled off but it still didn't seem all that cold. I was wearing a white cardigan over my gray cashmere, of course, so I could be seen in the dark. Of course, I had my flashing light, too. What a boring day.

"It is a bad plan that admits no modification."

Publilius Syrus, Maxim 469