Wednesday
Aug 29, 2001
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Wednesday Aug 29, 2001 |
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for the record |
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When you try to faithfully record your experiences, you always miss a thing or two. The offers of 'cool misting bottles' at Tad's Chick Dump. (We thought they were kidding. They weren't. We tried it. The cool breeze off the river was enough for me, the bottle refreshing.) The fact that I saw elephants in a parking lot when we landed at San Jose on the way up. (No, didn't have anything but Coke.) The fact that friends of our hosts joined us at Chick Dump and forgave our tardiness. About their young son rushing to meet Chris who is obviously his buddy and wanting to sit by him. (Chris knew the child would enjoy the potato chips that nearly exploded on Mt. Hood story and took the time to tell him.)
Yeah, when you are trying to tell the whole story, well, you never do.
Today there wasn't much to tell. There was rain. I ate greasy Mexican for lunch. I ate Caesar salad and boiled shrimp (FFP shopped and prepared the salad) for dinner. I worked. It wasn't satisfying. I'm working on something that makes going to the dentist for three hours tomorrow sound appealing. That's sad.
I finished a trashy mystery in the evening. I read some of the papers that have stacked up in our absence. I watch the first of a bad movie that I've seen the end of and the last of Bird a favorite movie of mine although it is sad. I drank, I confess, a Jack Daniels and water. But only one. On the strong side.
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sightseeing
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Meta: Some people write a little essay everyday. It may be about and around what they did, but it isn't just 'I did this, then this.' These are better pieces, but they are much, much harder. Not, you know, just typing.
An essay? You say. |
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