Friday

July 13, 2001

celebrating

Getting up at 4am. Driving with the windows fogging, listening to Ken Burns' Jazz. Two doses from the Capresso machine in matching Nissan cups. A stop at Weikel's sixty miles out to get another cup and a couple of jalapeno cheese and sausage rolls. I'm in the office by eight. A hundred and fifty-five mile commute. I set up for the meeting, drink coffee, munch the free food through the meeting. By one I'm on my way back.

I decide on the 290 route just for variety. A mistake actually. They don't have as many singing shoulders. I get sleepy and I stop at an antique mall to walk around. There isn't much of interest but I flip through some old photos. I always wonder about people whose photographs end up in antique malls. I almost buy a picture of a woman with an interesting look and hair for $2 but I don't. I'm getting out of acquisitiveness. Still I'm thinking of scanning some random old photos for a WEB project. Not of anybody in particular. Strangers from antique malls.

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I stop for a soda and chips even though I'm not hungry. Keep awake. I stop for gas. Miles, miles and miraculously home.

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FFP and I read, look at some of the old newspapers and such from the closet we cleaned out and get ready to go out.

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We meet friends Gene and Amy at the Four Seasons bar. We are joined by Rebecca's boyfriend and mother and she takes the piano. She's in good voice, there are several birthday celebrations. We have snacks and drinks and talk about trips and museums and caring for old parents and dental work. Forrest's birthday was yesterday but it's Friday night. Rebecca gives him money to take a tennis lesson.

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