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Wednesday March 28, 2001
"The function of an expert is not to be more right than other people, but to be wrong for more sophisticated reasons." Dr. David Butler
painting by Mom...using Microsoft Paint...who said she couldn't mouse?
spring rains bring up a lovely, um, iris of some kind?
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progress It's cold and rainy. Argh. Somehow I feel I'm accomplishing something at work, though. here. The parents are lunching on the leftovers from yesterday so I eat some spinach casserole, chicken and salad and some of Mom's break machine bread. We discuss whether it is cheaper to make or buy bread. We decide it is cheaper to make it if you want this quality. Mom has evolved her Microsoft Paint drawing and added a little color. More trees. A dog. She still can't always get e-mail addressed correctly and gets confused about other things. But we are making progress. She wants a copy of her drug list and I show her once again that it's on her machine. She'll learn. If only I had more time to show her. When I leave she is looking for a winder to work with some yard for her weaving project and finds it in a chest where it was packed and moved. My parents keep busy. Dad is reading through all the books they own. There are probably a hundred. While eating we somehow get on the subject of the shakes. We all hold our hands out over the table. Not a tremble among us. FFP makes his salad with chicken, eggs, cheese, onions, tortilla chips and honey mustard. Good. I drink a beer and have a few salt and vinegar potato chips. I intend to get to bed early. I have to drive to Houston for a meeting. Early. But I end up watching Sex in the City, a performance of the New York City Opera La Bohème. I dispose of all the pending newspapers, too. Somehow the cold dismal weather made sitting in one's recliner with a throw over the feet, watching TV and sitting the rest of the one beer the best I could do. Until it was past time to be in bed at which time I'm suddenly interested in webbing. |
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