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March 27, 2000
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monday It was hard to go to work today. The beautiful day beckoned. If only I didn't have to walk through the kitchen and catch a glimpse of the backyard on the way to the garage to get my car. Ate Japanese today. This says "inside are cheap chocksticks with chunks of wood splintering off." I always shave one cheap chopstick on the other and try to sand them down. It sort of works. I learned that from my friend LG. You can learn a lot from others about the most trivial and wonderful things if you pay attention. Afterwards SuRu and I went to the grocery store and bought Aloe Vera gel caps (I learned they help my skin from one of the Nancys non-traditional medical practioners) and lighter fluid. We have no lighter. I use it to clean adhesives off stuff (like tags stuck on things you buy). I was trying to convince SuRu to clean the paint off her hands with it. (It did work, but she almost got overcome with fumes and decided she'd leave it.) I don't remember who taught me that lighter fluid would disolve adhesives. Actually it's the naptha. Which, it turns out, is the ONLY ingredient in lighter fluid. Walked when I got home with the eXtreme team while Forrest gardened. Zoey got to play with Lacy. Lacy was a mutt with markings like a tiger or something. It got dark before we got home and SuRu kept tripping over rocks and speed bumps. My sister and brother-in-law sent some pictures of their grandson. I think he has red hair. They told me it was dark at first. But it looks suspiciously like Jen's in this picture. These are the first pictures I've seen. Guess I should have taken the hint and bought them a digital camera. I am a lot more interesting on the weekend, I think. Forrest says he is ditching the journal because he is boring and will concentrate on doing a 'what to do in Austin' page. I'll help with that if he gives me a kick start. It will actually be more properly titled "what to do in Austin without venturing too far south of the river or north of 2222." Some people think Austin exists outside our boundaries. I like the discipline of writing something every day. I also write an e-mail almost every day to my friend Mags in South Africa. That often contains some of the same stuff, but it's a different thing, too. I've been reading a lot of other people's journals. For some reason, I'm only attracted to the one's that keep it up pretty regularly, at least every few days. Silly, I suppose, especially when you first discover one. Who would care then that it is old stuff? The ones I've found that are keeping current are all right now discovering spring as it's experienced in their part of the world. (Assuming they are all Northern Hemisphere which they have been, but I always have to remember the season flip when corresponding with Mags.)
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"Le temps scintille et le songe est savoir." "Time sparkles and teh dream is knowlegde." Paul Valκry, Charmes |
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backyard still life
I think he's a redhead! |
