Thursday,
February 7, 2002
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lots of the clutter is what I call house fluff...pens, receipts, safety pens, buttons, matches, little memos, and pieces of unknown things
FFP and our dinner companions
"Riches are for spending."
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the young It's a day to ponder the future, in some odd ways. I continue to read many documents in preparation for doing meetings, newsletters, plans and presentations. (No, it isn't 'real' work. I know that.)
I call my parents and have lunch. Mom has two problems. One, one of her e-mail correspondents has ended up 'blocked.' Actually I find two in this state. I'm sure she accidentally clicked the necessary buttons. She has discovered the messages in the 'deleted' file. That, in and of itself, is surprising. She also has a complaint about the new cell phone. It cut her off in the middle of a call. Yeah, that happens. I recommend putting up the antenna for better reception. Sigh. They have made hamburgers and nachos and heated some tomato soup. I shouldn't but I eat it all. (I'm on the nacho train!) Then it's back to work. I feel not so awfully comfortable there suddenly. Paranoid. It's stupid. It's like that Pink Floyd song Brain Damage (aka Dark Side of the Moon). The lunatic is in my head. It's always that way.
After work, a young friend comes over. She and FFP and I walk to Fonda. We meet three other gals there, two old friends and the third someone new. FFP is happy. Entertaining the five of us. I have a bit of queso and some chips and hot sauce and rotiisserie chicken (with roasted potatoes, carrots and spinach salad). I can't finish that. I drink black coffee while the kids pass around various desserts. I don't have any. It's interesting being out with the thirty-somethings. They could be our children. Sigh.
The other gals leave and we three walk home. Then we sit in the big room and watch a few minutes of one of those reality shows, greatest car chases or something. And then the end of an ER.
I feel a little depressed. About a variety of things. I had a real happy mood going about a week or two ago. I want that back. I can't seem to find it again. Nothing has really changed. Heck, the coffee maker (Capresso) even came back from being repaired. Shouldn't that cheer me up?
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Stephen
Stills. For What It's Worth |
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