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Thursday January 4, 2001
"An architect's first work is apt to be spare and clean. He knows he doesn't know what he is doing, so he does it carefully and with great restraint." Frederick P. Brooks, Jr.The Mythical Man-Month
A flying pig in fez and South African booster scarf.
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sleepless I tried to get to sleep in the wee hours. Things kept interfering. An itch, an ache, thinking of something to do. So I woke up amidst several dreams that flopped away out of existence quickly like a fish slipping a line before it surfaces. You've got no idea what is there. Each time I awoke there was some little distraction, a stirring of husband or dog or a conscious thought. This morning I weighed 176 according to the talking scale. I bought the talking scale years ago. I thought my old maid aunts who were often doing a weight watchers or something wold like it and the scale in their bathroom was getting old and dingy. They were not happy with its announcements, I don't think. I took it over after they died. Maybe before. Don't remember. I like the thing. But occasionally I switch off the 'Have a Nice Day' saying and make it just say 'Goodbye.' Right now I answer it. "I'd have a nicer day if I didn't weigh 176 pounds." But it isn't necessarily true. I lunch at my parents. Mom makes a pizza using a bought crust and leftovers. Pretty good. She also has wilted lettuce salad (salad with some nice bacon and grease!) and baked sweet potatoes. Odd assortment. Just what they had. Mom ate some broccoli, too. Hey, don't question their diet...they have outlived expectations! The day is warmer and beautiful. I waste it inside working. But SuRu and the dogs and I have a brief walk in the neighborhood after dark with our flashing safety lights. FFP and I go to 34th Street Cafe and have dinner. They are crowded and the food and a French Pinot are good. We stop at BookStop. In spite of our best intentions we buy a magazine, a bargain book and an advertising book FFP wants. (But we resisted several new hardbounds going for $25. Less the 20% off at BookStop, of course, which makes it more tempting to buy there.) The wine, the newspapers and some surfing on the WEB make the evening disappear. I stay up too late once again.
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