Thursday

March 15, 2001

There's a feeling in my gut. Change is in the air. Not necessarily good changes. But change can, itself, be intoxicating.

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I started to name this entry 'strong drink.' It is a phrase I thought of as we sat in a largely empty dining room at Westwood Country club, drinking our Jack Daniels (me) and Dewar's (he) and water cocktails. There was a woman FFP knew and her mother dining nearby. And a 'supper club' of older Austinites. Apparently they have a Thursday night deal. They were talking about old times in Austin. FFP recognized people and events they were talking about. "You are hearing a history of Austin," he said. They were attended by a daughter of an old friend. Our waitperson was a young, smiling woman named Melissa.

I had the seafood martiini which is scallops, a bit of lobster, shrimp and crab in a hot tangy vermouth sauce. Served in a martini glass with a trio of olives. It's very tasty. A specialty here, I guess. I find it irresistible. I did vary from ordering the lobster enchiladas, though, and got a spinach salad.

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I had lunch with my parents. Pork roast, gravy, spinach casserole, potatoes and salad. They have their big meal at noon.

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Mom wanted to print out a letter to a friend with pictures of the mountain laurel and the amaryllis. Dad was happy that a couple of the amaryllis are going to put out blooms. He revives his bulbs each year.

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Perhaps I drank too much last night. I should have exercised: dog walked or worked out. Or tennis. The courts looked inviting at the club. I wish I had a partner who belonged to the club to urge me to play.

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