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Saturday September 30, 2000
"There are some men who gain from their wealth only the fear of losing it." Antoine Rivaroli, Comte de Rivarol, L'esprit de Rivarol
wonderful Eva Peron cover on sale on ebay |
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possessions I really love hanging around my house and doing things like I did today. Unless it depresses me. The depressing part is seeing books I'll never have time to read or handling stuff I know I should ditch but, for some reason, can't. Or misplacing something. I am trying to organize my stuff for packing for my trips so that it is easy to find and toss in the bag. I always take a spare pair of glasses on trips and lately I've been taking my glasses-minus-one (the pair I bought before my current ones) with the custom clip-on sunglasses, thereby having both sunglasses and spare glasses. I looked everywhere for them and finally decided I might have to take some different spare glasses or buy another pair. Then they showed up. Everything needs a place, everthing needs to stay in its place and I need fewer things. I guess the biggest job of the day was sorting through by shirts and blouses looking for ones to take on various trips. There is one closet in our house where FFP hangs what returns from the cleaners and where, occasionally, we hang something we are going to wear again. I keep my evening clothese there, too. I decided to go over this closet with a fine tooth comb and get rid of things no one could wear and sort out things I might take on my trips. Forrest joined in the exercise after I'd sorted out a great pile of shirts for him to assess. We ended up discovering some 'new' old clothes and stacking up quite a pile for the thrift shop. I ended up inheriting a couple of things that were too small for him but large enough for me. It is infinitely interesting to be married to someone with the same approximate inseam and sleeve length. Since I buy about fifty percent of my shirts in the men's department, he's even been known to prowl thorugh my Mediums to see if he can wear any of them. At the end of this exercise, I had sorted out all my good, custom-made blouses and various other shirts and blouses into a separate closet for packing. I left the house once before the evening. I went to my parents' house. They went to Dallas for the weekend. They are retired so the weekend can begin Friday morning. I just pick up their mail, get Saturday's paper in. While I'm there I put the picture in the frame of Sarah and her grandson. I look around. It's so strange to have transported so much of my parents' things and their life to Austin. I wonder how they are doing in Dallas, visiting people. If they regret moving. They don't admit it. They seem to like the place. I stop in at TravelFest. It's now mostly a travel agency, not a store. Still, they have a few books and maps and gadgets. I find a couple of things to buy. Of course. We go to see the Zach Scott production of 'Evita' in the evening. A coworker is there. He's the one I recently discovered grew up in South Africa. We talk about South Africa and languages and the arts and where he lives and where we live. FFP says that he and his lady friend are pleasant and that we should see them for other events. Frankly, my opinion of Evita is that Andrew Lloyd Webber made a lot of money for writing two bars of moderately good melody. But the staging of this production is so fabulous that it doesn't matter. If you also happen to like ALW's music then you really HAVE to see this production. Some describe it as Fellini meets ALW. Indeed. At home, I read. I feel good about being prepared for my trips somehow.
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