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Saturday September 16, 2000 "Il faut se faire aimer, car les hommes ne sont justes qu'envers ceux qu'ils aiment." "We need to be loved, for people are fair only toward those they love." Joseph Joubert, Pensιes
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small accomplishments indeed I am sleeping hard when one of the adopted children calls to say she will be away this week in New York for a wedding and can't do some errand for FFP. I've slept late. I'm tired. No eXtreme dog walking this morning. Neither SuRu nor I had the will to do it. I have coffee and finally get out of the house and off to take the parents shopping. They need to return a shirt to Target. We get the money back and pick out a different shirt for Dad. Then we get a few other things. A comforter and some pillow shams, a boom box that plays CDs and a kitchen rug. A trip to Best Buy nets a TV with a built in VCR that I've promised Mom for the office.
It's lunchtime and they want to go to IHOP. I don't argue. My salad and Reuben are OK.
Dad's comment on the new electronics: "More boxes to get rid of!" He's been drowning in boxes for a while. Moving boxes and boxes from the new things I've gotten them. I think we've gotten that shaken out now. But I don't promise him anything.
Home again I connect the Mac to the Ethernet and get it on the Internet. I try to figure out some more things about the programs. It isn't Windows. It's more obtuse than Windows in some ways or, perhaps, I simply am set in my Windows ways.
We have dinner with several friends at one of their places. We enjoy a wonderful home-cooked meal and tasty wine. We tell stories about people and trips and poor service. We talk about 'King of the Hill' and the digital world. We talk about music and our work. |
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