Monday, January 28, 2002

SuRu and the furry urban adventurers

Roy's fish dish

"For all men strive to grasp what they do not know, while none strive to grasp what they already know; and all strive to discredit what they do not excel in, while none strive to discredit what they do excel in. This is why there is chaos."

Chuang-tzu, Opening Trunks; or A Protest Against Civilization

I have a deadline looming. (A presentation I have to send a draft of Friday and will dry run Wednesday.) I have to drive to Houston in the dead of night for a meeting on Thursday, too. I have to be prepared to answer certain questions. (Although, looking at them, 'off the top of my head' seems reasonable.) I have to get ready for a dinner party at my house on Saturday night. Still, I don't feel overwhelmed by any of this. I feel like I'm in control. That is surely an illusion. Let me restate that. I'm as in control as I have any right to be or possibility of being. Life is chaos. I have just embraced it!

Work goes, A WEB site I use for reference goes down. So I try to find hard copies or CDs of the doc. None is to be found. Figures. There are interruptions. In thought only. And physical interruptions. I listen to a conference call where someone uses the term holistic three times. The call is during lunch. I make a small plate of nachos. After it is over, I go out. I return the case and the car adaptor for the cell phone I returned for Mom. I try to get a new case for the new phone. They don't have any. Then I go buy steak knifes that are all alike and won't look to stupid on the dinner party table setting this weekend.

Our Monday night dinner club meets. We go to Roy's. The apps (we have a selection) are nice and I have a Jade Pesto fish that is good. Shawn is our waiter. He used to be at Fonda San Miguel. He says he was at two waiter parties at our house. We haven't done that in a while. Not since a tortilla girl brought her drunken, abusive brother. But the kids always appreciated it. Maybe we will reinstitute it but give out invitations to individuals and hire security.

We talk about everything. I'm sitting in the middle of the table (we are seven this night) and I seem to have trouble joining either end's conversation but I hear a lot of stuff. I didn't know this gal's brother-in-law was a neurologist. Jonathan holds everyone's interest with his story about being in a locally-filmed movie, playing a cop. He used to be one. Good story. I don't think I'm overeating but I feel really, really full.

We go home and do some TV and newspapers. Forrest has taped Boston Public, Third Watch, Crossing Jordan. I should do some of the things that are pending to straighten up the house. But I don't. Unless you count moving some papers from the unread pile to the recycle pile.

JUST TYPING
Hoping.
I can keep this attitude.
Holding an attitude is harder
than maintaining your weight.