Friday
Oct, 19, 2001
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Friday Oct, 19, 2001 |
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LB's day off |
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Ah...vacation. At home. It's a wonderful pleasure.
First off, FFP and I go to our club. They still haven't mustered the wherewithal to put up TVs or finish off the aerobics area but they are back in business. They don't have the kind of stair climber I love (the ones that are like an escalator you go the wrong way on and where you can easily read with a book on the top) but it's OK and has a lovely view of the lake only at first it's too dark and then the windows fog up. I do twenty minutes on the bicycle and a few arm exercises with low weights. Mustn't start too quickly getting fit again, huh?
At home, I shower up and call my barber. I'm in for 10am. Then I make plans to lunch with FFP and the bookkeeper and happily work on my WEB site, making entries for days I was gone and scanning the pictures I took with a disposable camera.
I get my haircut. I lunch at Houston's and we all eat too much. I can't finish mine and take it home for tomorrow.
Next on the agenda is getting my mom some new clothes. I pick her up and she is ready with her cane, her handicapped parking pass and her pocket book. She wants some new pants. Off we go to Melba's. She tries on lots of things with lots of help from the salesladies. They all look good. I buy her everything she likes on the theory that it will be good for Christmas, Mother's Day, birthday and get me out of shopping for a long time. Even though Melba's is the model of low stress: park right in front, they take care of her ("you need some water," "do you want to go to the bathroom now?"), newspaper to read...I still get shopping anxiety where I'm ready to go, waving the credit card, ready to pay anything to leave. I buy myself an inexpensive evening bag to serve as a camera case for black tie events.
I complained at their house about the sad shirt my dad was wearing and he'd told me to buy him one. Plus Mom wants a bra. So we have to make another stop. Mervyn's. We get dad two inexpensive wash and wear dress shirts. One blue so he can wear it for more casual things. We pick a bra for Mom. She buys this stuff while I pick up a pair of black jeans (Men's 34x30 Levi's 560). I wear these when I travel because they don't show dirt and look a little dressier than the normal blue jean. Gradually the overdye fades and I need a new pair and retire the old ones to everyday wear.
This takes until nearly 4:30 and there is actually traffic going home but the good news is that I have accomplished what I'd normally do on Saturday on Friday and my Saturday is my own!!
Chalow, Zoey, SuRu and I walk the neighborhood and FFP goes to the club. He wants a soak or a steam but reports that the sauna and hot tub are tepid. At Ramsey Park, the eXtreme team encounters another new sport. Two young men are batting tennis balls with golf clubs toward the softball backstop. They report that their creation is called Gennis. The dogs are eager to join in, given the tennis balls, but we don't let them.
When FFP gets home, we try to go to Fonda but the place looks very crowded given the parking lot and street so we go instead to Marisco Grill. I have some soup with all kinds of seafood including squid and some guacamole, bean and cheese layered dip and FFP has some soup and enchiladas. I have a beer in one of those chilled giant heavy goblets.
At home we start watching The Green Mile shortly after it begins and it is really good. I could never get my mind around the unlikely story line but somehow it does work. I always get around to popular, critically-acclaimed movies eventually. The undercurrent of unremitting evil in the world is particularly apropos these days.
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