Thursday

June 7, 2001

funniest movie of all time?

I once again wake up in complicated dreams that won't stay around long enough to be chronicled.

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I've been thinking a lot lately about how one spends one's time and how many little incantations we have memorized for modern life. All these gadgets (computers, TVs and VCRs and Cable and DVDs with their remotes, phones, cell phones, cameras, PDAs, even our cars and their gadgets) have these little things you have to do to make them do your bidding. And they are all just a little bit different. And a bunch have passwords and demand batteries. One spends a large part of one's day doing the dances necessary to make zeroes change to ones, analog switches go from here to there.

It doesn't help my mood when today's emergency was my planning exercise a year ago. I feel like a failure for not convincing people to be ahead of the game. I know in my heart that most people can't predict the future and most people are even afraid to commit to a prediction and boldly plan for it to be true. They have to react to the present and immediate past.

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At lunchtime I got sucked into a conference call. So I took my parents out for a late lunch. Should go to lunch every day at 1:15. There was no crowd at the NXNW brew pub. We had some roasted garlic and some entreés and Dad and I splurged and drank a glass of their brew.

I gave Dad some books...another Oliver Saks, a WWII book, a Dick Francis, a funny trivia book and a Bill Bryson. Should keep him busy for a while. Said he had to finish a book about the pyramids or something first.

It's nice to check up on them more frequently than every few months. Mom was wearing pants and a top I got her for Mother's Day. She was chiding Dad for not killing the wasps in the next by the back door (which I noticed there a couple of days ago) but she couldn't remember 'wasp' for a minute. I would worry about her but I forget stuff, too, although it usually isn't nouns. Other words I want to use, though. And points I wanted to make. Oh, well. FFP has started to experience some forgetfulness and thinks he should be worried. Happens to us all. The best defense is to just keep extremely busy doing a lot of things...so you have an excuse!

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When I got home, FFP had made chicken. We got a DVD in the mail of Some Like it Hot. We watched it. The 'Seminole Ritz' hotel is really the Hotel Del Coronado in San Diego. It's a funny movie, for sure. I watched all the extras on the CD, too, for the most part.

"Nobody's perfect," says the Joe E. Brown character. I think Joe E. lost a son in WW II. I think I have a book he wrote about it. Maybe.

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