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Friday August 4, 2000 "If man is alive, there is alwyas danger that he may die, though the danger must be allowed to be less in proportion as he is dead-and-alive to begin with. A man sits as many risks as he runs.." Henry David Thoreau, Walden
one in a series of items I did not collect: the egglplant teapot...courtesy of a fogotten ebay trader
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grace I feel charged up about work. Because I've decided what I must do. What I must recommend. There will be confrontations on some fronts. That's OK. At lunch I buy my parents a piece of furniture for the kitchen so they can eat in there. SuRu helps me cart it over there. It may be too big, I can't decide. If so, we will just try again. After work, I go back with my dad to get the stools I bought to go with it. I told him where to go to pick them up but he couldn't locate it. Soon he will be an expert at driving the neighborhood, however. I am a whiny wimp. Everything in my life is as close to perfect as anyone could dream. Yes, I'd been feeling a little down and depressed and even sorry for myself. (No reason, just doing it. It's just something you do sometimes.) Oh, sure, I have an ache or a pain or a problem or two that assures me that I'm 50-something. But my life is perfect. I found out a friend had a very scary affliction. Anytime something like this happens to someone, I think how lucky I am and, for a couple of days, I act grateful. I am exuberant in my gratefulness while worrying about my friend. Then I forget. This friend has more grace than anyone I know, too. I admire this guy. Did I mention my life was perfect? It is. And then I end up feeling guilty about feeling good because my life is perfect because my friend has this much bigger worry. It's all stupid, I know. But there it is. FFP's cousin (distant) Robert treated us to dinner at Zoot. We took a couple of bottles of wine. I had this chilled carrot soup with spicy shrimp. Very delicious. And fried green tomatoes. And a salmon and crawfish cake. And a bite of FFP's delicious steak. And a bite of his lemon dessert. The usual gang of suspects hung out to hear Rebecca play in the FS lounge. She played the theme from "A Man and a Woman." Remember what a sensation there was when that movie came out? She played "Straighten Up and Fly Right" for Maggie. Maggie is thousands of miles away in Cape Town but I think she knows. (Yeah, she does, because I tell her in e-mail.) I had another early night. I don't think it does that much good really.
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