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February 25, 2000
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friday Slept hard in my every other day pattern. Was treated to the last cup the Capresso machine agreed to yield up. All the water now goes directly into the tray! We tried forcing it into the cleaning cycle, but, after it was done, still no water out the spout. Figures. I just gave the box away to my parents, figuring the thing was out of warranty almost and we wouldn't be using it. I love that coffee. Drinking my second cup as filtered is so disappointing. Even the coffee shops don't taste as good to me. Ah, well. I guess we will see if Willianms Sonoma or the Capresso people will take it in for repair. Coffee such a critical part of my life! Sad addiction, I suppose. TodayI'm displaying an old postcard of Paris because I had the image handy and because I got a package yesterday containing an old souvenir knife shaped like the Eiffel Tower. I bought it almost two months ago on ebay. The trader mailed it on January 3. It arrived yesterday (postmark confirming the mail date). I'd given up on getting it. I bought it because it matched one of a gondola my friend Nancy gave me. Nancy told me on the way out of work yesterday that she'd spent a nice few days vacation checking out the possibility of moving to Alpine when she retires. Went to lunch at Mezzaluna Gateway. Had some soup that was simply...black pepper. Black pepper masked everything. Why not let the customer add the black pepper. Good news, I suppose, was that the charges were reversed with the note 'Didn't Like.' Still...I like to like my lunch. This evening we were with a fun opera group called 'Triangle on Stage.' Saw a few people we knew. Yeah, we always do. The event was in the 'Women and Their Work' gallery. They were exhibiting some interesting works made from buttons and wire and various things. Their shop had some great stuff, too. The program of music by two of the young artists was fantastic. Tried to get some guys to go with us to Four Seasons. They demurred. "Hard week," they all said. I suspect they don't want to go out with the tired old folks and had more exciting destinations. Anyway, we had a couple of excellent appetizers and a bottle of Cambria Pinot. Good old barnyard flavor. Stopped in the bar, glasses of the Pinot in our hands, and listened to Rebecca a bit. She also let a young girl play some classical. Great, but mostly lost in the din of folks trying to impress one another over alchohol. On W. 6th, on the way home, we stopped for a red light at W. Lynn. A car waited to go straight so we waited to make a right turn on red. A car sped through the red light going, oh, fifty or sixty. We held our breath, ever so grateful that the car with the right of way had paused. The fear of shrapnel. Last night we had held our breath as a fire truck went around us and through a red light ("Please let the other traffic hear and see him.") Dodged both of those. |
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