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Wednesday April 11, 2001
"Nothing astonishes men so much as common-sense and plain-dealing." Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays, Art
no reason...I'm just playing
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cool air, fragrant smells, the neighborhood I decided that, if I couldn't get the work I really needed to get done finished because I couldn't get the players to agree that I would just start another project. And I did. It had its own frustrations, but they were much more in my control. Had lunch with SuRu at a chain place (I assume and I'm sure I'm not wrong) called Razzoo's. Cajun. I ate here on Monday, too, with an old buddy who know works elsewhere. After the two encounters I've decided it is ho-hum. But OK and not expensive. We walked through Barnes and Noble after that. I saw a book by Marion Winik called Rules for the Unruly. This is the kind of book that always makes me say: I could have written that! In fact, some of the themes are not unlike the ones intended to be covered in my (imaginary) self-help book, Traveling Light. It was way too nice outside to work on shoveling out this room and the guest room for the weekend visitors. It was cool and things smelled nice. SuRu and I headed out and when we got to Burnet Road the city had destroyed the sidewalk on one side so we just wandered to the other side. There are some little streets that have houses a little rundown, a little fixed up, all in scale. Kids were out playing, people were outside hitting plastic balls with plastic bats, playing pool in a carport. People sat on porches and pointed out the dogs to their kids. Suddenly, we realized we'd walked all the way to the Honda Place. A few blocks later it was dark. SuRu had the racing lights on Zoey and had one flasher. We called FFP on the cell and told him we didn't know where we were, exactly, but figured we were 15 minutes from home. He suggested we go out to eat. And we did. We went to Fonda. I had queso and shared it and FFP had a special app and shared it. Then I had their woderful spinach salad. We stopped by the owner's table on the way out and he introduced us as unsung heroes of food and wine. No one quite understands the award (least of all us) and nobody really cares. It's almost like people want to make it an award for everything they like about us. A lot of people like us. Is it because we are witty and urbane? Generous? Silly-looking making them feel superior? Don't know. But it's nice to be liked. In business dealings, it's sometimes harder.
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