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Monday February 5, 2001
"Il n'y a point de petit dan les grands affaires." Paul
de Gondi
Dad's amaryillis is blooms in front of Mom's loom...hobbies everywhere. |
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dreaming I wake up amidst a dream about a car driving and driving until it is driving down a hallway in a building and there is a dead end at a closed door. And then one has to back out. It isn't clear who is driving. There is a big, carpeted room before one can get outside again and when we've backed there a group of people is putting together a piece of furniture, a bed I think, and there are parts all over, hundreds of screws and pieces of wood. Back to sleep, determined to get up at 6:30, I do it. This time amidst a dream where I'm shopping in a store. I try on an extremely elaborate watch with diamonds on the face. I take it off and give it back. The clerk upbraids me because my hair is too long and for other transgressions. Too long. Yes. I leave for work at 8:30 and there is a band of people raking the gravel that will be our driveway. FFP and I puzzle over why the sprinkler guys haven't completed their work before this 'leveling and compacting.' Work. Enough said. Well, just this: as I return from lunch I'm thinking, "Someone has to do the really hard stuff." I suppose everyone feels that way. Parents offer a variety of choices for lunch. Pimento cheese. Tuna fish salad. Chicken soup. Green salad. Fruit salad. I have enough of them that I am too full. Mom wants to know how to find things when people say 'click on this.' We bring up Internet Explorer and I try to explain. I grab a brochure from her credit union and show her their WEB page. We practice putting CDs in and seeing that programs that AutoRun (like Encarta) magically start running. My meetings run late and I'm glad to tuck into the food FFP has fixed. Chicken with sauce and cheese. Nice and spicy. He opens me a bottle of wine, a Rhone. Life is good. |
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