Saturday
Oct, 20, 2001
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No errands. Just do what comes. That's nice.
First the celebratory return of the weekend dog walk. FFP goes along which, as frequent readers know, makes this Urban Adventuring instead of eXtreme dog walking. We tackle the Stacy Park area. We tramp around the trails and the surrounding streets, encountering lots of interesting houses built on hills (hence Travis Heights?). There are lots of dogs to manuever by, too, with Chalow straining at the leash to say hello.
At home, I start working on the journal again, happily scanning pictures and writing. FFP happens on a garage sale while going for a car wash. It's at this house that, inexplictably, has been allowed to build a giant airplane hanger-looking thingie in the back yard. These guys used to run a store on 38th Street called Radio Ranch. They didn't seem to do too well because they never seemed to be open and because their stock seemed to be strange old devices driven by tubes and knobs. Interesting but perhaps not in huge demand. We go back, though, to check it out. One space age vent thing would make a great centerpiece of a garden of bowling bowls, I think, but mostly I can't see a need for any of this junk. Fun, though. There are also some girls selling new TShirts and magnets with rude Hillary and Martha Stewart jibes. FFP suggests an outing to Office Depot to get himself a new Rolodex. (Yes, it's so last century but he still uses this to organize business cards. No contact list downloaded to a Palm Pilot for him. Away from his desk, he uses his head to hold the numbers.) We buy copy paper, fax paper, the Rolodex and I pick up some CD sleeves (in cool colors) and some luggage labels and Velcro straps. We decide to go to Half Price Books nearby. I find a couple of books for my dad, a book about Berlin and a Bridge literature book. I collect Bridge (as in the card game) literature. Even though I don't ever play nor really understand the game well. One day I'm going to play. And the literature is interesting. FFP doesn't find anything to buy. I get my whole pile for $29.
Home again I continue working on the journal. I'm determined to have an entry per day for a year. In order to do this I have to make up for my time away. Why this rule? I don't know. One needs rules.
I work away on my journal while FFP watches UT football on TV (dozing eighteen times according to him). Near the end, I join him in The Room to read. When it's almost over we head to Central Market. Central Market is as close a feel to being in Europe as you are likely to get around here. There is all this great produce and then there is a display of salmon filets with artfully arranged whole salmon and even fresh squid displayed on a stake or something. We get some salmon cakes already made. We've scored fresh basil. We get some seaweed salad to garnish the salmon cakes and get balsamic Vinegar and a big oval of fresh mozzarella. Several times while in Italy my companions and I had eaten Salad Caprese (tomatoes and mozzarella with olive oil, balsamic vinegar with fresh basil). Now I'll make it at home. At home, I make the salad, arranging it very artfully to my eye. FFP heats the oven to do the salmon cakes and opens a nice 1995 Pinot. We try to watch a Humphrey Bogart flick that someone has given us a tape of but I think we mostly snooze in our chairs.
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That thing with the fins would look cool in a bowling ball garden. Wouldn't it? Never seen a bowling ball garden?
makes you say, hmmm?
"Imagine there's
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