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Saturday June 16, 2001
"Time eventually humiliate us all, but no one sufers at the hands of time more than prognosticators." Robert X. Cringley in The Five Rules of Prognostication...article in special Forbes ASAP edition on Time, November 30, 1998
reflecting on another Saturday
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getting it done I barely crawled out of bed at 8:30 and only because the lawn guys were intent on raising the lazy from their beds. Before I knew it, the morning was gone. I worked on some work stuff, did yesterday's page, downloaded one picture. Doesn't seem like much. Had Cheerios and milk for breakfast and chicken livers and honey mustard dressing for lunch. Drank a bunch of coffee, trying to shake sleep out of my eyes. Mom calls. She has gotten an e-mail from my brother-in-law giving the green light for a visit. M&D have carved out a time between doctor's appointments to go to Denver. My dad is ready to go somewhere. Mom seems to perk up and have fewer aches and pains at the suggestion, too. I'll be left to water plants, get the mail in, check up on things. But I hope to fly up and drive back with them or maybe just fly up while they are there. But I have so many work obligations and appointments of my own to take care of, that I doubt that I can do it. I like work, I really do. But it can interfere with living. FFP does useful things. Gets cars washed. Yard work. Laundry. Goes and exercises some. We both go out on a shopping trip. We buy socks, paperback books (Father's day) and plain white bowls. We are boring. In the evening we go to one of those houses on the other side of the fault. It's an engagement party. It's a nice enough party. The people get married in November. Is the engagement party the latest way to get gifts in early. Yeah, yeah, I know it's a tradition. In today's world, they will probably change their minds by November. Just kidding. I'm sure they will be forever one. On the way back, I see a small doe right away. "Watch for deer," I warn. At that moment, several emergency vehicles show up. We pull over. They seem lost. What is it about mindless action pictures that compels me to watch them? At least this one didn't have a predictable ending. But I should be concentrating on reading or doing something useful. I was reading the paper at the same time. |
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