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Monday June 11, 2001
"The man who has never made a mistake will never make anything else." Bernard Shaw quoted in 20,000 Quips and Quotes edited by Evan Esar
shot into Zoot, FFP at 'our table' attended by Hawk
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admitting error There are all kinds of mistakes. Doing things wrong, not being convincing enough, doing things in the wrong order. For some reason, I was surveying my mistakes today. Well, yeah, I know the reason. They are legion, of course, my mistakes. I guess I've done a lot of things right, too. At lunch time, I zipped over to Mom's. Her computer wouldn't make sound anymore. Yep, I turned it to mute when I was trying to look at a WEB page making annoying music. Forgot to turn it back on. She doesn't know about the speaker control. She was having trouble reading her mail. Clicked on the subject column and got things out of date order, I think. I never know what I'll find when I go over there. I need to give her a lot of lessons, you see. Someday. But she manages to do a few things. A lot really. After my day of soul searching at work, I decide that we should zip down to Zoot and extract the menu and wine list from their computer. The day has been hot and steamy. We would really like a cool soup and a salad or an app. Forrest calls and the soup is hot. Nevertheless, we go down and climb into the attic and into a tiny office and get the files into some html like thing and e-mail them to ourselves. They come up with a chilled carrot/ginger soup and I have a goat cheese and watercress and beet salad with it and FFP has the smoked salmon. We drink iced water. Business is slow and I don't really bother anybody shooting digital pictures since the other diners are on the screen porch. Home again, we do a bit on our computers and talk. I have to go to Houston tomorrow. Sigh. It's OK. Really. It's a dry part. It's just a meeting. Isn't it? I try to think of the little things that made up my day. Watching a squirrel try to foil Dad's Rube Goldberg apparatus protecting a bird feeder. First one and then another car running the stop sign at 45th and Shoal Creek. Noting that crepe mrytles are blooming all over town but not our gigantic one. Noting the news coverage and wondering why it matters what happens to the body.
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