Thurdsay

June 29, 2000

"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."

Oscar Wilde, H. Pearson, Life of Oscar Wilde

holiday bendies...July

incentive soup

I get myself to work and I eat lunch there and I attend meetings and meetings and meetings. Why do people do what they do at work? Especially if they are programmers?

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When I get home, I ask the parents about their day. They have visited a GP. She will organize their care, get their records from Dallas. They got her to get Mom a Disabled Placard. Which she surely does need sometimes. Most of the time actually. Usually Dad or I drop her off at the door to things and park. Sometimes she does better than others.

We eat leftovers when Forrest returns from the club. I've been bad and not going. My excuse is I'm entertaining my parents. Yeah, right.

SuRu calls and wants to talk about her remodel. Everyone is fighting contractors. At least I'm not waiting to get her contractor to finish so I can move the parents! Of course, she wants to stay here when they work on the floor again. Fumes you know. Ah, well. We do an eXtreme dog walk. It's kind of late and we turn the flashers on Zoey. We see a lot of people sitting around tables eating dinner in their houses. Chalow's collar slips over her head a couple of times. Fortunately, she believes that she can't go on without it and dutifully comes to me when that happens. It's humid and I'm a bit sweaty when I return.

The parents have settled into living here pretty well. I think they'll survive the next couple of weeks. They won't be bored. (How could they be in a house with 3000 books and a hundred channels of useless TV?) Plus they have plenty of errands and time to learn their way around.

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Could someone remind me to do something interesting tomorrow? I try to have a holiday display of bendies on my chalk tray. Sure, you understand July 4th, but about the tennis ladies...they are in honor of Wimbledon.

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