Tuesday

March 20, 2001

Did you read the page yesterday?

One thing about these pages is this: I can change them. Revise history. Or at least what I say about it.

Much is hidden. This is not a page that reveals all. It doesn't even reveal much. But sometimes that little bit is too much. For me or the actors in my play.

Actually, I think most of the people who appear here never see themselves here. Certainly, I get few calls to remove words or even pictures involving them if they do. Mostly, if someone doesn't keep up with the page, they are going to fall asleep long before they find themselves.

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The world has made me want to STOP. And take stock.

There hasn't been time for years to do that. I keep chipping away at it. Going through my junk. Deciding to get rid of some of it. Stuff like that.

Which reminds me. I had a dream at some point in the last couple of days. In the dream, there were these 1943 pennies. Do you know those? They are steel. Really. You can pick them up with a magnet.

You could get these in pocket change when I was a kid. My dad helped me collect several hundred of them. He kept them in his safe or somewhere for a while. Finally, he insisted I take them. And some other coins, I think. I found them in one of my 'archive' or 'souvenir' boxes the other day.

So they popped up in this dream. It was a reunion of a school class or maybe an army unit or something. Their year was 1943. They were handing out these pennies as souvenirs. And one had gotten mangled and rusty. (I don't think they actually rust. It was a DREAM!) This guy was reconditioning the penny on a TV show. I wanted to say, "Don't bother. I have a bunch of them."

Hmmm...1943. My parents were married in 1941. They are about to have their 60th wedding anniversary. (Thursday.) When they were young marrieds, when my sister was born, these would be brand new. Pennies that could circulate without wasting copper for the war effort. Which makes me think: I should save those pennies and my sis could use them for favors or invite decor for her 60th in 2003. Wow, can she be getting close to that age?

They aren't worth much, the steel pennies. Extra fine ones might go for a little. Circulated ones, the ones plucked from my pocket change, aren't worth much. Someone will sell you a roll of uncirculated ones for less than ten dollars on ebay.

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I worked. I met with a manager working on a project I tried to start months ago. Sometimes I think it's my fault this or that fizzled. Sometimes I think it's not. Nevertheless, it's frustrating at times.

Someone also came by and questioned a suggestion I made in a meeting the other day. They were thinking. I liked that they were looking at bigger issues and not just looking to code something someone else suggested off the top of their head.

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At home, FFP wanted to go work out. I wasn't in the mood. So he made a salad with chicken, boiled eggs, tortilla chips, tomatoes and honey mustard dressing. In a rare move for us we had Bloody Marys.

FFP wanted to watch Godfather Part 2. I think he slept through some of it. I like the scenery and old cars but after a while I always say to myself, "Why did these people think a life like that would work out for them and their families?"

I reduced the stack of newspapers to zip. I read some parts of my Dreamweaver 4 and Fireworks 4 manuals. I stayed awake too late. That's getting to be a bad habit again.

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