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March 16, 2000
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weather warnings Felt great today. Made me realize how lousy I actually felt yesterday. It was a beautiful day, too. Until the weather rolled in. Two storms appoaching. Hail here, thunderstorms there. Tornados sighted over there. It was a good excuse to leave early. Other than that, no action out of this one to speak of in our neighborhood other than a little rain. This morning I had the TV on in my office. Clark Gable was on the screen. For some reason, I always take hours to think of his name. As if the Clark Gable synapse were broken. It occurred to me tonight after I got home. SuRu and I were drinking a glass of wine in the big room. "Clark Gable," I thought. This is what old age is like. I'm old. Clark Gable says so. The picture is a scan from one of those old slides. That's me, snapped by my mother in the middle of a bit of youthful angst. We took a trip to East Texas together that spring. Just the two of us. FFP, SuRu and I ate at Ella's tonight. SXSW is in town but you wouldn't know it there. Very calm. Had some curried carrot soup and lamb enchiladas. FFP ordered some crispy oysters we all shared. Another day. Gone.
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"Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us." Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest |
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troubled youth
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