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Tuesday January 30, 2001
"Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness." Vladmir
Nabokov, Lik
wrapped for only a moment..a .monumental temporary state...like most things
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a failure to communicate Just don't seem to be able to communicate. I hear someone say 'why wouldn't we?' when I thought I'd made the 'why not' clear. And I saw someone's lids drift down as I talked to them. And I'm writing a presentation that may fail to communicate, too. Well, at least my mom learned to play pinball on her PC. Yep, she was swatting those flippers on the WIN ME pinball game. Yeah. And she'd sent an e-mail by herself, too. Slowly but surely. Had lunch over there. Spinach casserole, sweet potato casserole, butter beans, pork chops, salad, cornbread. I just had a bit of each. But it was good. Mom also made some bread in the bread machine. First attempt didn't work so it wasn't ready for lunch. But she wanted me to see the nice-looking loaf she turned out before I left. They are quite busy. That's nice. We went to a little reception and preview performance of Austin Music Theater's Oklahoma at the Paramount. They could write tunes in those days. Good singers and dancers. We were too tired to watch the second act, but it is a darn good production. Why is it that we are always drifting to the past and to the future and not locking up the wonderful parts of now? I've got to do more staying in the moment. Really. |
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