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Sunday October 1, 2000
"Qui vit sans folie n'est pas si sage qu'il croit." "Who lives without folly is less wise than he thinks." Franηois, duc de la Rochefoucauld
Alfred E. Newman
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embracing it If you thought cleaning out the shirt collection was exciting, well, today: we cleaned out sock drawers! Yes. You had to be there. It was wonderful. A family event. We dumped the forlorn singles in a pile. We matched. We wondered at the independence of some of these guys. We wondered about the bright orange one with no match. Chalow looked on forlornly thinking those canine thoughts about the inanity of clothing. We decided to have some time together, FFP and I, other than slaving over the sock drawers. We went to Precision Camera and looked at printers. We are going to buy a printer for the Mac. We'd already looked at the WEB page. We didn't buy today because we were pondering something called 'RIP interfaces.' We didn't know what it stood for but we are learning about the graphics side of all this. We went to BookStop and wandered around. I almost bought a magazine or two then put them back. Too many unread magazines at home. I looked through some computer books and found that RIP stood for Raster Interface Processing. This info would allow me, with the WEB, to learn a bit more about it. FFP has always farmed out layout since it moved from the drawing board to the computer. His specialties are copywriting and acount management and media placement and P.R. He farmed out some layout before computers (yes, he was THERE!) but after computers he farmed out all of it. But since we got the Mac to dabble in digital film, we thought we might just as well dabble in layout, too. I stopped at the Travel stuff 'just for a look' and saw that they had a new Michelin 2000 #12 which is a folio with a street index of Paris with a Michelin #10 Paris street map inside. My friend LG had pointed out the wonders of this map on one of our forays in Paris. I coveted one. And here it was and at BookStop, too, where we still get 20% off. Had to have it. FFP had a hankering for a pizza. We considered going to Mozart's on the lake and sitting on the patio, but they only have pastries, we theorized. Then I hit on it. "Let's go to the Four Seasons and have some snacks," I said. "Let's do it." On the way downtown, detouring around all the construction, we had a conversation that felt life-changing. We were talking about how we worry, get depressed, think our lives are somehow not fulfilling, fret over investments, etc. We did a survey of our assets, our possibilities, our lack of debt. We thought about our home and its cache of 3000 books plus other things we like. Hey, with 3000 books, tons of magazines, three papers arriving daily and a Capresso machine, cable, computers on DSL, it is like we live in the best Internet cafι in the world. And we have it all to ourselves. So what are we worrying about? Why all the angst? Lose it! And we decided we would. What do you think? Will we be successful?
We ate our snacks at the Four Seasons in the bar. With air conditioning on our backs and the fresh air and sunshine from an open door on our faces. As my dad says, "It's a good life if you don't weaken." |
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